Sorry these are late. I was up at 0700 but forgot to post
PS had an email from an ex Boot Camper who said that a story sparked by a prompt from this blog made the last 50 (of 4,000 or so stories) in The Bridport Prize!
I read about it in the paper, on the subway, on my way to work.
and brings the sailor home for tea
In the Oakland Greyhound all the people were dwarfs
Hi there, streets, hi there, squares, hello [i]la foule![/i]
His story begins in New York on the corner of Broadway and Battery Place
I too awaited the expected guests
I read it and I couldn't believe it, and I read it again.
Squalid doubtful figures, family men vaguely happy
Whe he appears every hat is raised
Cutting in ahead of two nuns who were there first
Savitsky, Commander of the Division, rose when he saw me.
The marvellous beauty of political corruptions
1906 Gun-Boat Diplomacy 2006 Gravy Boat Diplomacy
I meat you in an evil time
All afternoon is someone's attic
You who love England, have an ear for her music
Down the long concourse they came unsteadily
Then perhaps I just stared at it.
She thought it was the flaming head of a man whipping like a comet through the sleeping darkness.
Oh, what can you do with a man like that?
I buttoned up my coat, balanced myself; advance slowly towards him, touched his shoulder and said:
The cat had begun to clean its whiskers
We slept, all six of us, beneath a wooden roof that let in the stars
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirro and a razor lay crossed.
The things they carried were largely determined by necessity.
That evening at Bud and Olla's was special.
When it came to concealing his troubles, Tommy Wilhelm was not less capable than the other fellow.
and a bit of her petticoat hanging like a caricature
We were always loyal to lost causes
The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward
CHORION (for everyone except Lexie)