Saturday, September 10, 2011

Prompts 08:30 Saturday 10th

Reading about Mero

Watford: North Stand

At Night the Dead come down to the river

Filling in the Diary

A very small bird, but still a bird


What we need most we cannot learn

Gold Cloth

How to we hold on to our soul?


Now that you're here, when are you leaving?

A Tenth Anniversary

The Sun Breaks Through


Good Morning, Mrs Tavistock

The red dog roams the hospital corridors

You could come over on Sunday?

Thursday, September 08, 2011

Thurs/Fri Midnight Prompts

Everyone knows, of course they do

A little bit of change

Taliban 1 Our Lot 0

At the end of the day, all things being equal


I go back to the garden, the dark garden

Looks like you took a wrong turn

You asked for a man. You got me.

My mother could not look at me

We have grown accustomed. This is how we are.

From my navel, heading south


Darkness slides in, the bar lights flicker


Not far from here, in an old, crusty apartment

The true function of love

Green beans, carrots, nuts and bolts


You forgot how to love me, but not the other stuff

Prompts 0700 Thursday 8th

Mission to Zimbabwe

Archbishop's daunting trip is worthwhile

No longer cuckoo

The party is united behind me

The Mistress

Fingers on Buzzers

Spectacles, Testicles, Wallet & Watch

Why Teacher loves Thomas

Miguel Who Cuts Down Trees

Four children, fifteen years older


90% Downloaded

The charms of the female patient

Slide to Unlock

20 Possible fathers

What's between the covers, stays between the covers

The consolations of philosophy


Lindsey for Dinner tonight

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Try it!

The number of participants grows.

Feel free to come to Boot Camp Keegan and join us for the rest of September's Flash Blast.

It's free. It's fun. It will expand your writing horizons

Tuesday 6th 1100

The Good Hostage Handbook

Angels and the Theory of Knowledge

The Art of Being Good

In Various Scenes Unobserved

The small rocks at the base of mountains


There is a little thrill in killing


She sucked his life from him


The spade rusts

On the banks of the Twyi

Come, child, see the sun as it moves to sleep


Your arrival, and I must leave

Allegedly, it's logic


We try but the rhythm is disturbed, the floor ripped open

The occasional Chinese

I stink, therefore I am.


Translating it back to Welsh

Betty, hush a while, for I have in me a...

Tuesday 6th 0710

And so here I am, trying not to listen too hard

A Bad Back

Meet me at Baker Street

up Three Pounds

Reading Jean Paul Sartre


In my chains, tonight I am singing


Between the Philosopher and a Hard Place


A Cold Wind comes through


He said, smiling, "Bleed on to the page..."

Joining Birkbeck

Like a little boy playing marbles

A Really Good Idea!

At a quarter-to-ten, they sat down to dinner


Murder: the Basics

The Smell of Baking Bread

My Beloved Jailer

When it is not what it will be, or should it be

Monday, September 05, 2011

Prompts Monday 5th 10:40

I am deceiving you

I stood like a God

It is hard to pretend the women are not there

A crocodile, waiting

Come in, friend

Finally, I can feel it. It is turning


We know nothing of days like those, nothing

They are my mothers

Her belly long and flat


What is it, this beauty?

Look at the sky!

The heifer nuzzling the fence

and even if I could I would not

Wheeling and wheeling above the carrion

Sunday, September 04, 2011

Sunday 4th Prompts

It's not how good you are

Logic: A Graphic Guide

Call from Australia

Death of a Nation


That changed the world

Year Zero

Killing the Children of Iraq

Truth & Lies

It's how good you want to be

Chaucer's Pouch

A Sort of Theory of Knowledge

Being Good

Eight MILLION Abortions and Counting...


Crowded by Ghosts


Piping in the Valley

I have girdled the earth, I have felt the sun

Friday, September 02, 2011

Friday Prompts

(There are more prompts at Boot Camp)

Bad Luck Bed & Breakfast

Marco Polo Jelly

I hear the men singing

and Tonic

Bertrand reckoned differently

This is your week


The Nation's favourite suicide

Cagoule in the wind

I have to be up at five

The weight of Academia

Oh father, my father, my father

The Ice-Cream Van

Bread Pudding

How my daps smelt then


And so, bed?

Yes, I have a bus pass. So?

Her we go round the mulberry bush

It's all a matter of perspective

McGinty's Cottage

Thursday, September 01, 2011

September Blast Prompts 003

I stumbled down the stairs towards the singing

Raw Mango

It felt like the world was too large

The Generals

My suit does not fit, nor do I.

Not Losing

The broken window, light bleeding on the floor


Of white islands, cold, clear sea

I once was six, without troubles


Cattle trucks clanking slowly. Afternoon Heat


There was a fat man there, with a whistle and a hat

So easily doth love depart, so sudden.

Ten Green Bottles

An aeroplane, lights winking, red-green, red-green-red.


All that morning, all that afternoon, barely breathing


The black maid singing by the line


Watch Autumn, it does not come, it rises through

A face, and in her eyes, stars

They may not mean to but they do.