Prompts can be amazing things.
I was just posting a random set of prompts, lines of poetry (sometimes bastardised) odd single words, whatever, when I typed TWO WORDS, instantly had a poem, wrote it (well, the first draft) and then continued with the prompts.
I'm up to 29 items for the month, 32,552 words in 21 writing days and it's all OK at least
Today's PROMPTS
A Faint Light Blinking in the Bering Strait
Small Boy, Yellow Shirt, Football
A Thousand Missiles Firing From Their Buried Silos
Other Day I'm Reading the Newspaper
Acid Rain
Ten Miles Above the Tits at St Tropez
Milk Bottles
900 Fucking Channels
Calcutta Pullulating With its Poor
At a Motel in Nanton, Alberta
They Had to Lift Her Hand From the Bedside Telephone
Those Stars We Hope to Drink Beneath Tonight
Men Armed With Nineteenth-Century Rifles
I Sing the Song of Myself
Sceptical of the Cult, Suspicious of the Nation
What Innocence? Whose Guilt? What Eyes? Whose Breast?
The Name of the Product I Tested is LIFE
The Daughters of Albion Arriving by Tube
I Was Run Over By Truth One Day
I Came Upon a Child of God, Walking Down the Road
There Was a River Overhung With trees
My Alarm Clock Screams
Nothing Was Said Until the House Grew Dark
Tanks From America, Machine-Guns From France
Each Man Wears His Suffering Like a Skin
In Parliament, Not All Humbug By Any Means
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