1 A sunless corner and a sad flower
2 Men are waiting on the corners
3 Sticking needles in my eyes
4 How light shifts and the air adjusts itself
5 Women are standing in doorways, something will happen
6 Oil to rub, calamine
7 Maybe and maybe
8 I thought of using Heaney
9 Over from Aust with the pigs and sheep
T Genitalia
1 If you don’t behave
2 Trying to dig up the garden
3 IRON
4 It’s just a thing men do. You don’t have to understand
5 Unopened, unsure
6 Not exactly Formica, a tablecloth
7 Dolly
8 Hedgehoppers Anonymous
9 The ATC we called it, Chipmunks
T Peanuts and an Orange
Friday, February 13, 2009
Evening Friday 13th Prompts 18:00
18:00
1 Some of us will build a temple
2 A yolk of light
3 I am not Henry the Fifth, OK?
4 Ding!
5 I have taken to wearing clothes to bed
6 I have wept some, and starved myself. Now what?
7 Mrs Jenkins’ Boil
8 I’m no prophet, but I think…
9 Marmalade, Dear?
T The difference between a story and a poem
1 It’s by some dead bloke I think
2 I said Pilla, not PILLAR
3 Occasionally I swell
4 Do I dare to eat a peach?
5 Will they sing to me? I think not.
6 The smoke and fog of matrimony
7 I see rings of light and hear wailing
8 Two or three, and a flower
9 Quantity Time
T It’s his Achilles Penis
1 Some of us will build a temple
2 A yolk of light
3 I am not Henry the Fifth, OK?
4 Ding!
5 I have taken to wearing clothes to bed
6 I have wept some, and starved myself. Now what?
7 Mrs Jenkins’ Boil
8 I’m no prophet, but I think…
9 Marmalade, Dear?
T The difference between a story and a poem
1 It’s by some dead bloke I think
2 I said Pilla, not PILLAR
3 Occasionally I swell
4 Do I dare to eat a peach?
5 Will they sing to me? I think not.
6 The smoke and fog of matrimony
7 I see rings of light and hear wailing
8 Two or three, and a flower
9 Quantity Time
T It’s his Achilles Penis
Evening Friday 13th Prompts 19:30
19:30
1 April usually comes after March
2 I was in a word-crash, horrible, squashed vowels, dead consonants
3 The sound of a stringless cello at midnight
4 So I just sort of grin
5 Like two cats fighting in a sack
6 Flow
7 It keeps pinging, pinging, pinging!
8 I doff my hat to you, Sir
9 6d a cow, twenty pigs for 2/6d
T The smell of burgers in the square
1 Fried Fingers
2 Here is a head, at least that’s our best bet
3 He uses the word “Islamisation”
4 Gathering together where there used to be churches
5 Something for the weekend, Sir?
6 In the palms of my sticky, sticky hands
7 Jeremy-Jeremy has a girlfriend
8 You could be right but you’re not
9 Noon, and something strange is happening
T What I’m trying to say is fuck off
1 April usually comes after March
2 I was in a word-crash, horrible, squashed vowels, dead consonants
3 The sound of a stringless cello at midnight
4 So I just sort of grin
5 Like two cats fighting in a sack
6 Flow
7 It keeps pinging, pinging, pinging!
8 I doff my hat to you, Sir
9 6d a cow, twenty pigs for 2/6d
T The smell of burgers in the square
1 Fried Fingers
2 Here is a head, at least that’s our best bet
3 He uses the word “Islamisation”
4 Gathering together where there used to be churches
5 Something for the weekend, Sir?
6 In the palms of my sticky, sticky hands
7 Jeremy-Jeremy has a girlfriend
8 You could be right but you’re not
9 Noon, and something strange is happening
T What I’m trying to say is fuck off
Prompts, Apology
There's has been an emergency planning meeting called tonight (they are threatening to build 1,500 homes on Newbury Racecourse, so I won't be around all evening as I hoped to be.
Will try to post a few blocks of prompts before that. Here is one block.
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The damp corners of evning
Kitten, bed, shit
She's wearing blue again
And the evening spread out under deep red, purple
It's to do with chemical reactions
Let us go and make a visit
Here is the female fat from a diet of
The town has curled up for night
Which leads me to this question
and the slow smokes slides along the street
visions, revisions
National Murder Day
For I have known them all already
She talked out of the corner of her eyes
Then we'll begin
In dull lamplight things are crumpled where you were
And is it worth it, could it be worth it?
Someone is pissing my life, me, against a dirty wall
Cups and Saucers
They used to cut cheese with wire, just for my mother
Rattlesnake
After the books, the poems, the dried up glasses
I shall wear my sleeves rolled up, a hankie on my head
This is a small flood only
He who has keeps. He who has not envies.
This is what they mean to me, my friends
What does a violin do in its case?
We will go on drinking tea.
Will try to post a few blocks of prompts before that. Here is one block.
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The damp corners of evning
Kitten, bed, shit
She's wearing blue again
And the evening spread out under deep red, purple
It's to do with chemical reactions
Let us go and make a visit
Here is the female fat from a diet of
The town has curled up for night
Which leads me to this question
and the slow smokes slides along the street
visions, revisions
National Murder Day
For I have known them all already
She talked out of the corner of her eyes
Then we'll begin
In dull lamplight things are crumpled where you were
And is it worth it, could it be worth it?
Someone is pissing my life, me, against a dirty wall
Cups and Saucers
They used to cut cheese with wire, just for my mother
Rattlesnake
After the books, the poems, the dried up glasses
I shall wear my sleeves rolled up, a hankie on my head
This is a small flood only
He who has keeps. He who has not envies.
This is what they mean to me, my friends
What does a violin do in its case?
We will go on drinking tea.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Evening Prompt
There are no ferries on Sunday
Two keys, that's all
Neighbours
Scenes From a Revolution
Flowers kept her going just about
The A-Z of dying
Major Major
and chips
There's only so far you can push me, I'm heavy
a line in the sand
And they have a stature of Diana Doors
River, River
This is the future, my husband says
We have reason to believe you are employing aliens
Evan can wait
This is a journey
The VAT Lady is very pregnant
Two keys, that's all
Neighbours
Scenes From a Revolution
Flowers kept her going just about
The A-Z of dying
Major Major
and chips
There's only so far you can push me, I'm heavy
a line in the sand
And they have a stature of Diana Doors
River, River
This is the future, my husband says
We have reason to believe you are employing aliens
Evan can wait
This is a journey
The VAT Lady is very pregnant
More Prompts for Writers
A set of car keys
Some sort of Ambush
Not seeking the front pages, not wanting to be seen
Ninety-One
Kidnapped by Gypsies
The Story of Jemima Pinke.
He doesn't like apricots, or porridge
A Difficult Case
Birdsong, turn up the volume
Press Button A
It's only in retrospect we know
Something buzzes, something is buzzing
Picnic in Angola
All we do is argue about positions
I am clumsy, I am clummy
Counting and counting and counting
I smell her, they say it is cheap, I smell Tweed
Slate, nothing but fucking slate
as I walk to the phone, lift the receiver
Generation Kill
Some sort of Ambush
Not seeking the front pages, not wanting to be seen
Ninety-One
Kidnapped by Gypsies
The Story of Jemima Pinke.
He doesn't like apricots, or porridge
A Difficult Case
Birdsong, turn up the volume
Press Button A
It's only in retrospect we know
Something buzzes, something is buzzing
Picnic in Angola
All we do is argue about positions
I am clumsy, I am clummy
Counting and counting and counting
I smell her, they say it is cheap, I smell Tweed
Slate, nothing but fucking slate
as I walk to the phone, lift the receiver
Generation Kill
Monday, February 09, 2009
PROMPTS FOR WRITERS MONDAY 9 FEB
Now I can sleep on the other side of the bed
Where the victim finds her murderer
It spins because it spins
Flat as a witch's tit
Seven Ages
I like catching mice, the sound of the trap
He says, "When?" and his hands shake
Impossible breasts
Ambush
I am in love with the milkmaid
There's this new idea, houses in rows, and rows, and rows
JC has organised a night out
My first, my second, my third, oh!
He punches in the code and something beeps
The dearest dust
World Death Day
The Ministry of Impossible Notions
Peejay & Fudge
I have heard the sound of unknown things
The Sin-Eater's Wife
Now it is wet. Last month it snowed
Lost Voices
Where the victim finds her murderer
It spins because it spins
Flat as a witch's tit
Seven Ages
I like catching mice, the sound of the trap
He says, "When?" and his hands shake
Impossible breasts
Ambush
I am in love with the milkmaid
There's this new idea, houses in rows, and rows, and rows
JC has organised a night out
My first, my second, my third, oh!
He punches in the code and something beeps
The dearest dust
World Death Day
The Ministry of Impossible Notions
Peejay & Fudge
I have heard the sound of unknown things
The Sin-Eater's Wife
Now it is wet. Last month it snowed
Lost Voices
Friday, February 06, 2009
Friday 07:40 Prompts for REAL WRITERS
I have Many Daughters
One Autumn Evening
And then, three times, it was denied
The Affair of the Clasps
Five went out, and they were laughing
Creatures That Once Were Men
We will bear it, without shame
Notch
He walked in the snow and left no mark
Chums
Sheep's Head Soup
Twenty-Six Men and a Girl
Out there, a crack, and then the noise fading
RED
He saluted, shook his head, smiled and took the gun
Birth of a Man
My Mother, Dad, going to the Dogs
Going Home
Penis Pendulous
Lullaby
The soft moon floats above the hill, a church
The Hermit
The fire is dead, the ashes chilled
The Other Road
He's not yet dead, clinging against the sea
The Golden Ass
The smell of blood and piss in alleyways
One Autumn Evening
And then, three times, it was denied
The Affair of the Clasps
Five went out, and they were laughing
Creatures That Once Were Men
We will bear it, without shame
Notch
He walked in the snow and left no mark
Chums
Sheep's Head Soup
Twenty-Six Men and a Girl
Out there, a crack, and then the noise fading
RED
He saluted, shook his head, smiled and took the gun
Birth of a Man
My Mother, Dad, going to the Dogs
Going Home
Penis Pendulous
Lullaby
The soft moon floats above the hill, a church
The Hermit
The fire is dead, the ashes chilled
The Other Road
He's not yet dead, clinging against the sea
The Golden Ass
The smell of blood and piss in alleyways
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Thursday Prompts 2200
What's that?
Stephanie called
Personal Details: Please Amend
Please Note: You have NOT won the lottery
Salmon
A good poem clears your vowels
The road is steaming
The dreams are now disallowed
Guttersnipe
The moving finger writes etc.
Oh, love and you so far away; my love I never spoke to her, but she heard every word.
The Fifth World War was very civilised
Imagine a perfect blue
Hold the Bones
For he's a jolly good driver
Story of the Week? You're 'avin' a laugh!
Think of me as a NICE Salman Rushdie
Bollocks, Balderdash
There is a tide in the affairs of man, when
Barbed Wire
The Sacrificed
Yonder, see the cows?
The Zebra Funeral
Stephanie called
Personal Details: Please Amend
Please Note: You have NOT won the lottery
Salmon
A good poem clears your vowels
The road is steaming
The dreams are now disallowed
Guttersnipe
The moving finger writes etc.
Oh, love and you so far away; my love I never spoke to her, but she heard every word.
The Fifth World War was very civilised
Imagine a perfect blue
Hold the Bones
For he's a jolly good driver
Story of the Week? You're 'avin' a laugh!
Think of me as a NICE Salman Rushdie
Bollocks, Balderdash
There is a tide in the affairs of man, when
Barbed Wire
The Sacrificed
Yonder, see the cows?
The Zebra Funeral
Thirsday Blast Prompts (2) 20:00
Oven
Twenty-eight pairs of white socks
a roar of dragons, rain
When I was young I would travel, but
In Town Tonight!!
At the moment of falling, before the ground
May was murder
A long-legged maid, and freckles, a twinkle
My sister and the boy with his temper
Cheese, Cider, God, You cannot choose when
Before I was a virgin
Richard Dimblebee
Wagon Train in black and white
Burned fields, next year
Before it passes, smell
Squeeze my hand.
Six horses, how many doubles, trebles?
Magic, just like 'at
If only now, he'd love it, all on the TV
Are there enough dead people?
Brilliant.
The Air Force boy, magnificent, and the girls stopped
Twenty-eight pairs of white socks
a roar of dragons, rain
When I was young I would travel, but
In Town Tonight!!
At the moment of falling, before the ground
May was murder
A long-legged maid, and freckles, a twinkle
My sister and the boy with his temper
Cheese, Cider, God, You cannot choose when
Before I was a virgin
Richard Dimblebee
Wagon Train in black and white
Burned fields, next year
Before it passes, smell
Squeeze my hand.
Six horses, how many doubles, trebles?
Magic, just like 'at
If only now, he'd love it, all on the TV
Are there enough dead people?
Brilliant.
The Air Force boy, magnificent, and the girls stopped
Thursday Blast (1)
Not where she said she'd be
ECHO
For all the good it will do
August in Brittany
Yes, this is my voice, this is my face
They are Red Kites, see the tail?
We used to have big blocks of it. Sixpence, I think
Slowly the dust rises
Next week is a roll-over
Balancing on the Edge of a Word
An Evil Cradling
Mummy, Look! A MONSTER!
Forced smiles on a hundred pink-faced women;
Men is sports-jackets and open-necked shirts
My parents don't know everything
You can have a life, I'll have books
Midnight at the oasis
I regret a whole fucking lotta things
I'm fixing a hole
Dirty British Miner with his clean shop-steward
O for the muse of fire!
Sweet flesh but soured
ECHO
For all the good it will do
August in Brittany
Yes, this is my voice, this is my face
They are Red Kites, see the tail?
We used to have big blocks of it. Sixpence, I think
Slowly the dust rises
Next week is a roll-over
Balancing on the Edge of a Word
An Evil Cradling
Mummy, Look! A MONSTER!
Forced smiles on a hundred pink-faced women;
Men is sports-jackets and open-necked shirts
My parents don't know everything
You can have a life, I'll have books
Midnight at the oasis
I regret a whole fucking lotta things
I'm fixing a hole
Dirty British Miner with his clean shop-steward
O for the muse of fire!
Sweet flesh but soured
Thursday Prompts
Somewhere towards the end
My father, digging, his ears red, his head
I think of you continuously, things remind me
SALT
The dull glow of miners' lamps, the smell of oil
I have nothing to sell but it's all half-price
Lovers: isn't the point that it's for now?
Hazard Warning
Blue, glorious, and through the white
Chink, slither.
My son went there twice but could not find it
I remember the ones I didn't marry
It's cold but warms up quickly
I woke up in a shop-doorway; someone had pissed on me
Various problems with invisibility
They are coming: I must paint myself blue
Persistent Vegetative State
The eggs not used, the eggs not used
In the not-too-distant-future, if all my dreams come true
Dogs, Snow
The sand slips away
My daughter, the barren one, sews by the oil-light
My father, digging, his ears red, his head
I think of you continuously, things remind me
SALT
The dull glow of miners' lamps, the smell of oil
I have nothing to sell but it's all half-price
Lovers: isn't the point that it's for now?
Hazard Warning
Blue, glorious, and through the white
Chink, slither.
My son went there twice but could not find it
I remember the ones I didn't marry
It's cold but warms up quickly
I woke up in a shop-doorway; someone had pissed on me
Various problems with invisibility
They are coming: I must paint myself blue
Persistent Vegetative State
The eggs not used, the eggs not used
In the not-too-distant-future, if all my dreams come true
Dogs, Snow
The sand slips away
My daughter, the barren one, sews by the oil-light
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Wednesday Prompts
Like something has started dancing on your desk
This is the third time this week
Let me take you through it again
Your hair is wet, your eyes
Why not be a surgeon?
I'm building a seven-sided cube
There is someone, something, in the ditch
Tongue and Teeth
Stones scatter themselves, the wind rests then moves on
There are voices, ripples on the night
Faster and Faster. Faster!
Years ago when I was not old enough, I never thought I would be too old
WORMS
We are walking to the North end
Nine out of ten humans when asked prefer
If I knew how, I would do this delicately
They are manning the barricades, the ditches
Somewhere, a woman is singing
No THIS is clutter
PIANO
Life spared him. The others were lucky.
It is time to read out the charges
This is the third time this week
Let me take you through it again
Your hair is wet, your eyes
Why not be a surgeon?
I'm building a seven-sided cube
There is someone, something, in the ditch
Tongue and Teeth
Stones scatter themselves, the wind rests then moves on
There are voices, ripples on the night
Faster and Faster. Faster!
Years ago when I was not old enough, I never thought I would be too old
WORMS
We are walking to the North end
Nine out of ten humans when asked prefer
If I knew how, I would do this delicately
They are manning the barricades, the ditches
Somewhere, a woman is singing
No THIS is clutter
PIANO
Life spared him. The others were lucky.
It is time to read out the charges
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
More Prompts and a Challenge
If you are a writer and occasionally drift in here, why are you drifting? Why not take the prompts below and actually WRITE something?
Blame it on the backlash
Revolving doors
Think about the chemistry of dying, of ooze
Wordless, wingless
Oranges and some peanuts
I don't think I'm living any more
I remember sunshine, grass, and books and dreams
Time-Lock
Something sizzles
He has risen in my estimation
six billion and eight
Men are returning to their women
They said, "Do you accept the punishment?" and I said, "No."
Lovers, Lobster
Last night above the snow, the light was wrong
Mine is a small life, of small things, and smaller dreams
Beer makes me sleep
A donkey, a piano, an old church organ
She kept wasps alive for years in a thing around her neck
The 94 Bus
Various reflections on the male erection
My father was not a forest
The finger means what, exactly?
What matters is not what "matters", mattering is deeper
Blame it on the backlash
Revolving doors
Think about the chemistry of dying, of ooze
Wordless, wingless
Oranges and some peanuts
I don't think I'm living any more
I remember sunshine, grass, and books and dreams
Time-Lock
Something sizzles
He has risen in my estimation
six billion and eight
Men are returning to their women
They said, "Do you accept the punishment?" and I said, "No."
Lovers, Lobster
Last night above the snow, the light was wrong
Mine is a small life, of small things, and smaller dreams
Beer makes me sleep
A donkey, a piano, an old church organ
She kept wasps alive for years in a thing around her neck
The 94 Bus
Various reflections on the male erection
My father was not a forest
The finger means what, exactly?
What matters is not what "matters", mattering is deeper
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