Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Prompts September 01:01

The National Anthem, The Archers, A Man Lost in Space

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A room smelling of shame

3-in-1 for the treatment of love creaks

Collecting postcards from the lonely

A story beginning, "This is the point..."

We have a problematic interface

He is wearing a raincoat from a film


These are small things, human things

When there was water

I try to remember us, but see clouds

An old, decrepit caravan, broken glass

Behind night stones, beneath dark

I have waited too long to be born

A shingle beach, rain, they separate, come together


Everything here is just the right size

Of course, as long as you are here

I dream of bloody waterfalls, of screaming grass

I tend to flop about when anger leaves

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