2014-005 Prompts (17 Jan)
Their own Brief Encounter
How the tree aches before it breaks
Your back is turned. I see the sharp spines bristling
The mud paths on Parliament Hill
How the supermarket breathes
Mother, I suspect you cannot hear me
This is me. I am here.
There are groups for this sort of thing.
She lights a long cigarette and imagines Garbo
Crocodiles on Crocodiles
What can be arranged
Now that cameras are packed away.
By the Bear if you're late