Sunday, September 07, 2008

Sunday Lunchtime Prompts

Without a hero
The sound of wind at night
An awful stillness, heat
She was good at faces
You could shoot anything you wanted, for a price
Strange weather
There's a man in the house
This is the first thing I noticed
So when did it all start?
Gigantic, fantastic women
We could go to Alaska?
It's not that I don't like you
There's a man I know, talks only of Jesus
Sitting on the Dock of the Bay
Two strangers on the bus, Grandma
Afterwards they were black from head to toe
Voices in the dark
On his knees, scrubbing in tiny circles
A wild justice
My mother and father are dead, or in Orlando
On the other hand, not
I am like a sleepy fish

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