Monday, January 11, 2010

21 More Prompts

True North

Walking slowly towards the end of the pier

Night Shift

Man, Child, Pigeon

We turned back. Anyone would

Or I could live in a village

There are things that make us close. They are not all light.

One or two safety tips

Angels are waiting in the tree line

It feels like afternoon

If there was a blip. Blip.

I want more sky, more blue, and the world higher.


Beneath the Wheels

Dead Eye Dick

You forget what it was like. It was not like this.

The best steak ever.

I asked the customers to sing.

The tracks, red lights and unrelenting white

A parcel from Tibet; emptiness to cherish

I loved you once, sort-of, in my way.

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