June Blast 69 Jun 30 19:22

June Blast 69 Jun 30 19:22

 

I suppose a kind of accountant

A decision by 6PM

Dollars & Cents

A cold bath might help

Lunch-break and a football

Why dogs lick their balls

It is contradiction that makes us whole

Soul-Surfing

A good looking woman but with brutal hips

Football Kit

No doubt the Greeks have a word for it

A quiet house, just before dawn

Her neck

Too vivid, too strong. It makes me weep.

The broom cupboard

The luck of my comrades

Email

The way hunger overwhelms

Feather

I'll decide on reincarnation next time round

Officially, an accident

Naked

I dream of pink mornings and red sunsets

On the beach

Reading Ian Fleming

June Blast 68 Jun 30 07:55 (Last Day)

June Blast 68 Jun 30 07:55 (Last Day)

In the first, a scream from blackness
PEAR
Love, say it, Love
The early train to Sheffield
The shining black cars oozing superiority
CHICKEN
France will get it in the neck.
SILVER
An error that must be rectified
MARZIPAN
Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter!
PIG
Paris in the spring, Fountains in Rome
CLOCK
The dark rags of death
KITCHEN
Girl soldiers in black pumps
POLISH
Skill, speed, courage
A Dozen Cardboard Boxes
Something lighter, balloons, laughter
I am very dizzy
BELT
All the women in the world
Jennifer Eckersley is coming back home
Diaspora

June Blast 67 Jun 29 16:25

June Blast 67 Jun 29 16:25

In a secluded position

Imagine a world where daughters were right

The sixty-second minute

Not that I'm exaggerating or anything 

At least one other series

Forging stronger links with sports teams

Will Ferrel

The only way is Game of Thrones

The History Society

National Adultery Week

A marathon in 3:06:32

Ginger Babies

Enthusiasm, Passion and a serious Commitment to learning

Virgin Mary

The last Merlot for 31 days

100 Poems by Women

Have you seen the Lego Movie?

Gherkin v Shard

Get High on Watch it!

Sun's Out, Guns Out

Oh My God have You seen Frozen

Good Housekeeping

The immaculate conception

Feminism and Disney in One

Fucking Hell What IS that Smell?

June Blast 66 Jun 29 10:45

June Blast 66 Jun 29 10:45

I am thinking of the land and sea, and how it relates, you know

A bit of a ruck

Suspicious going-on on Flat Holm

Hijab

His swiss Account

And as for Owen Bloody Sheers

The Tafia

It is a big conspiracy now: Cardiff, Abergavenny, London, New York

Yelling and yanking on Fifth Avenue

an execrable reputation for accuracy

The throbbing veins of my hands bullied my brain

This verbal assault slashed through my mind

my now cloudy and unappetising urine

the underpants - abominations - were an assault to my dignity

How much I love Amazon

This is what happens if you skive off English classes

Banned from Tesco, well...

Listening to Woman's Hour, keyboard girded

Big in a small part of Llanelli

Flying Saucer

A very strange light

Close to town, unfurnished

Tea, please

Leaving Camarthen

Big in a blog somewhere

June Blast 65 Jun 28 18:00

June Blast 65 Jun 28 18:00

The sweet stench of danger

We were born green, hopeless

Reading tea-leaves, coffee-grinds

Two armies stood at stalemate, waiting ammunition 

There are always thin people

Blameless as the sun rising, as rain

If you could put me back together, thanks...

Parliament Hill

You lie like an Algerian's watch

Dumb as potatoes, fat as the night

I am slow but I am patient

There are people on the bridge

It will not do, it will not do

39 Tons of bananas

Vanilla women and endless nights

I may die in the next half-hour 

A kitten in the engine, purring

Auction

Page nine hundred and ninety-nine

The town is full of ancient men

The homicide days and suicide nights

Streets and sewers, beggars, thieves

A squat near Montmarte

I have been looking for a while

Budgies or Canaries

Brazil in the other room, Chile at 7/1

June Blast 64 Jun 28 09:10

June Blast 64 Jun 28 09:10

A congregation of whispered prayers

Surfing tears

Turn of the torch, feel the darkness

Glide

Incident in North Wales

All sorts of queer things happen

Khaki, red on Sundays

Cotton, buttons, needles, elastic

Men of Harlech

The Mayor in all his glory

Go for it, Ocean!

This is how we drown, by being on land

Surrounded at Dinas Mawdy

Camden is OK

The stink of diesel, the throb

When esses were effs

Chimney

Left, right, don't, think. Left, right, don't, think.

The smell of warm bread

All the King's gold

My friend who rings and pole-dances

unsteady

We are talking about the dead

A Lightkeeper

Now in a darkening room

June Blast 62 Jun 28 07:30

June Blast 62 Jun 28 07:30

I want sky, big sky, and a world that stretches

Do you see the angels?

And white horses, fabulous horses?

Switzerland

Climbing through pine feeling stupid

The faint murmur, far off, of water falling

Something delicious in her garden

We had to believe we were blessed

By that Bronte or the other one

No shadows today

Dvorak, Hovis

A New World

No one hurries

The old stumble but run in dreams

The day will come, the day will come, unless you die

Small anthems, the old men singing

Am I created in a dream?

To lazy to bother with death, he kept on breathing

Seaside cafes with misted windows

Faint hopes of love but exhilarating 

May and nevertheless freezing

The sheep eating grass on the cliff edge

Don't know there's a view

The box has been opened

It's in the public domain

My tribe called him friend and gave him meat

You did not come often enough

I walk the long way, through corn and meadow

Heading for chime and bustle

Marvelling at ourselves, lifted by the day

The forest shudders, black with heat

The view from the top of the tree

Red Kites

The coppice gate, the churchyard, the tolling bells

June Blast 61 Jun 27 09:40

June Blast 61 Jun 27 09:40

A city made of cotton and shit

A copy of Ambit, unread

And Chow-Mein in Chinatown, anything to delay

And in the end, let's face it, we're dead

Black Pepper, Cous-Cous, Aubergines

But the river, the river, it looked so cold

Dirty bikes, dog-shit, fish-wives screaming

Going to Thermopylae with an itching arse

How we fill with rust or sludge, it's all the same

I have no affection for my town

I used to think something would happen

I't a way of delay, but it will come anyway

Imagine someone digging up their tree, and quite unexpectedly, there's me!

Nature waits. It always wins

One second of unmade silence

Pimple

She had stopped her standing orders, ever neat

She tried the Tate and the V&A

She went to various bookshops, had coffee, looked at Big Ben

Sky dishes, tin-baths, Chinese brooms

That winter dawn, brown fog etc

The weather intruding into glass-walled rooms

These mind-forger manacles. Who was that?

We wake, hoping to say something

What if we all laid down in a pit and had time to talk before the dozers?

Where typewriters go to die

Why say, "Was it me?" Of course it's me.

Zeppelin

June Blast 58

June Blast 58 Jun 25 18:00

Enjoy more at Waitrose

Advantage Mrs Navratilova

If anything goes wrong, turn this handle

Stalybridge Junction

Cruising the Bay of Biscay

It can get complicated

My lover is an astronaut; I'm over the moon

Lips tasting of tears

Mr & Mrs, out on matching bikes

SELF-ASSESSMENT

If you still require love, Mr Smith will be along presently

There is something about Germans

Ltd.

I'm happier when I'm missing you

Football.

I shall write a famous story and be loved

Take me to Switzerland 

Breakfast arrived at eleven on the dot

This is my dismayed face

Blackbird

The bread is rising

That's the thing about short women

Stomach Acid

From the hill I saw a row of slated tenements

Waiting on a broken-down train

The reason Scarborough died

June Blast 57 Jun 25 10:40

June Blast 57 Jun 25 10:40

"Have a good trip, Tomkins?"
A bookkeeper in a German barrel factory
A few grave articles in learned reviews
A platoon of Chinese soldiers sheltered from the rain
And of course the pits at the edge of the forest
Bill is gone. Not a serious loss.
From Silesia
George here, pancake, over.
He is lucky that poetry pays so well
He knew nothing about books or barrels
He was twenty-eight, good-looking but too thin
His face seemed less tired
I am as well off as I could reasonably expect
I have been mostly among poets and artists
I have met some ladies and danced
I heard a bugle 
I imagine his wife darning socks
It has been an interesting life
June Blast 57 Jun 25 10:30
Making private jokes and laughing lightly
Many women smoke in public
Music Halls, Cinema, Theatre
Potatoes and Salt
Servants in our own homes
Shot for a piece of bread
The conceit of artists knows no bounds!
The English style of dancing is somewhat stiff
The Germans conserve nothing
The larger hotels have dinner dances now
The man had a good, honest face
There are secret schools
There is much hatred here
They are charmingly sophisticated and have perfected "disillusionment"
We climbed up a muddy bank
We got to the airfield hoping to get out to Hong Kong
White China shaving mugs filled with hot sweet tea

June Blast 56 Jun 24 18:07

June Blast 56 Jun 24 18:07

If you're asking me, I'd say go

The trees are blood-black, leaning

Beating in the brains of seal-pups

There is a difference between arriving and returning

You kissed my mouth

We waited watching cranes at sea

Tang

I was in a dark wood, screaming

Poop!

They sob, they choke, they cry

Marble

I fill myself up with others' words

The first time I died

Bite me!

15

Hold this gun a second

My darling daughter

I cannot remember being 18

That song n-n-n-n-nineteen

I look nothing like my identical twin

Blood on my boot

The difference between .177 and .22

Read me something

I would like to taste something sweet

25 is a half of 100

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23/6/2014 15:42

A fine, big woman with red cheeks
PINK BALLOONS
Roads thick with refugees
TINSEL
A lumberjack shirt, stout trousers and long boots
CAKE!
A few small apples
LEMONADE
Come back in summer, when we have won this war.
PARTY HATS
Little, by little, he said, I am getting angry
WHISTLES, TOOTERS
Dead and empty
CRACKERS
We are here to save this country
GAMES
He had important work to do
PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEY
The old are bewildered, pitiful
POSTMAN'S KNOCK
Two buffaloes
KISS, KICK OR TORTURE
Once a pretty seaside village
TRUTH, DARE OR PROMISE
Shrouded in red dust
SARDINES
The doctors walk quickly through the wards
HIDE AND SEEK
We know what is best for you
CHOCOLATES
A benign climate and fertile soil
TRIFLE
The first shells pass over
JELLY AND BLANCMANGE
I practice my breathing
ORANGES AND LEMONS
Presently men entered the street and began sweeping
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
A dead mule, thin trails of human blood

BC Flash Blast-53

BC Flash Blast-53

11:45 Monday Jun 23

I love you. I thought I'd get that out of the way first.
It is late afternoon in November
A not-quite shabby hotel
It's as gloomy here as Indiana
Bed at four, dinner at eight
Most of the rooms are occupied by ladies living alone
They watch, they loathe, but there is no fear
A silver bomber idling about dropping leaflets
It seems to be foggy here all the time
A dead man with rope-soled shoes
The people are wonderful, calm
The Russkis seem to have learned a lot from their new friends
Why are you proud of me? I survive, that's all
I have managed to wangle a trip to the front.
Open up the place in Cuba and get drunk for me
It is dark for sixteen hours, then they take to the forest
I miss Sloppies
I have had lovely times walking in virgin snow
Goodnight, Dear Love, Sleep well
I shall not brutalise you with sticks or words
I am tired, Bongie
I admire these small, brave nations
Dead things are so empty, but horses make me cry
In Cuba they like their ladies fat
A Spanish waiter asked me where Finland was
is it wrong for me to be happy, so?

BC June Blast. 50

BC June Blast. 50

Jun 22 19:37

A cough outside, on the landing
I do not care what happens outside this room
Some American woman
Bald as a lit bulb
I have been smuggling poems into Russia
A Streetcar
He was a quiet man who loved his lawn
When we build on battles
I am worried that my family will escape
CRYSTAL
Let's pretend tonight is our first time
We meet, we love, we fall asleep
If clowns cry to Funeral Directors laugh like drains?
The Sin-Eater
I will only wait ten thousand years
Rum with flat lemonade
Your lovers, is their a list somewhere?
SWAN
I almost went to bed earlier
Who will remember this?
We need more ways to fall in love, less to fail
PEANUT
Love carefully, deliberately as if it can only happen once
The coins upon my eyes
The differences between jealousy and envy

BC June Flash Blast. 49

BC June Flash Blast. 49

June 22nd

I will fly a mile or so by umbrella
On the Road
Farting like a drunken pirate
I love baby lambs; I love mint-sauce
LIGHT
Break the routine: sing a silly song
TENNIS
On our honeymoon, freezing air blew in from Siberia
I dreamt I was painted blue
Russet Earthenware
I collect string
He sat on the sofa and smoked cautiously
Apple
We biked into town, leathered up, hair everywhere
Put the kettle on
There is a pattern to things
TANK
A baby, gripping my finger
The poor, of course, have no valid opinion
I may become a BeefEater
The ecstasy as you fling yourself upon me
Reader, I divorced the sonofabitch
I woke up in a poem
The particle theory of love
Be Cool
Tattooed yobs on barges
Boy, boy, crazy boy
Rub cream into my beard

June Flash Blast 48

June Flash Blast 48

June 22nd. 10:13

The story of my life in sixty seconds
Sometimes I go down to the sea and skim stones until I get an eight
The effort it takes to be a friend
There was a path that terrified me
Walking along Baird Close avoiding
I taught my son but he wasn't interested
Travelling in the Guard's Van
I have let my loft to immigrants (no charge) I just like the sound of creaking wood
Mice
I could take bits of lives and join them together
Pigs and Dogs
How to fall properly in love
Speak loudly of you have a small stick
Like a rush of clean fresh air
Hurtling to earth, calmly cutting away the chute
Ten almost empty bags of biscuit
Choked to death on his halo
Gaskets, springs and wires
Next time I will be a dolphin
Making love as the combine-harvester bears down
I am Kitten-Man saving kittens in distress
Bake a fucking cake
I am at the end of your tether. One last stretch...
The escalator outside John Lewis
Crockery, Lingerie
The speed of light isn't that fast

Prompt Set 46

Prompt Set 46

17:22 June 2st

Reading Philip Larkin
They say never go back, live with the memory
Run it under a cold tap, love
A blue snowball
Hatches, Matches and Dispatches
The South Wales Argus
Stumbling back to bed after a late-night piss
And so say all of us!
Bon Voyage etc, may all your troubles be little ones
A nasty piece of work called Evans
Frayed curtains, nothing like long enough
I'll swing for you, you bugger!
Not exactly up-to-date
A canoe, not far off the island
Searching for my first.
A bit fed up frankly, of Egyptian wrestling and sweaty nights
If I were twenty years younger
LOTTERY
Making love on the cliffs
NIVEA
Football is shit, isn't it?
I'm thinking of arresting myself and then suing me for wrongful arrest
Walking in Bristol rain
Now she'll say something profound
To chill with Christine and not talk about the sixties

Boot Camp June Blast-45

Boot Camp June Blast-45

21 June, 09:32

Movies in the Fifties
Truths told, truths withheld, and truths which sidle out
Maybe fifteen tons
We'll have to improvise; do it on the fly
Run over by a cart
Married and not even pregnant: there's posh for you
Paydays she polished her pill
Chipmunk
How the earth below is not the earth above
Dog-shit on the gate
Canal
Impossible dark tents and Tommy Steele, Paul Anka
Hornet
The way a pellet zings under you
Rooks, Ravens, Adders
A bad artist, oils, three sisters and their friend
Do not let me be ignorant
How a plane sits in the sky
How the wind is under canvas, how they are dying now
Condensed books, leatherette
Bailiffs
Until my head hits its last pillow
A man, a woman, a bus and then the lido
It feels like cheating because it is
UFO
East for a few minutes over river mouths and fields
Somehow splendid, above things
TREE

June Bast 44 June 20 13:22

June Bast 44 June 20 13:22

France, Florida, Dorset, London

Pilates

A small stuffed dog

Weight

The marks of fingers on glass

Talkies

A quick nap before lunch

A parcel with too many HAPPYs on it

Watching love slowly arise

Cheap coffee

Orlando, to sit in Borders

A cruise, a beach, a small civil war

Covering up the smell

Cupboards broken, a tap dripping, scuff marks on the door

A dog called shit

The V&A

Photographs of the Homeless, Black & White

A Language or three

How old photographs fade

Make me Laugh

Calling the chaps round for afternoon tea

Crochet for England

1001 Ways to remove filth

Business School

I am very, very tired

Not too bad when they are offering 2-4-1

Prompt Set 42

Prompt Set 42

June 19th 16:58


They arrived late, driving slowly down a dusty track
Is it in the bedroom?
A world with plenty of shirts
I'll get there as soon as I can
Why you shouldn't stop at your exe's
NOT Wales, then?
Obsessing about the grammar
The fishing was superb
She wrote lightly, melodically with a weary irony
An entourage of soldiers
Going back more than a bit
Talking to Paxman
What it's like when the war is over
Eichmann
Toffee Apples, Candy Floss, side burned boys on the dodgems
Helter-Skelter
The clack of cutlery put away in ager
How she goes, how the gap enlarges
Suddenly asleep
The Issue of James K. Travers
That famous anagram
ROSE
Gone out for wine
The filth of the average surgery

Prompts for Adelaide

Boys on red motorbikes, racing with news

Brutal as a three a.m. call

Does nothing cast a shadow, does death weigh?

Graffiti, however you spell it

Hilltop after hilltop

Is the room empty or full of invisible people?

Keyhole

Lie in darkness, consider your ignorance

Make me up a highball with round ice cubes

My cheat is tight with remembrance, crawling with guilt

My wife eats a Chinese meal

Now and Then

Now death comes with a jingle

Once the police rang and a huge black telephone jangled

Perhaps something comic, and no tears of the clown to follow

SMILE

Take your passport, in case

The earth still spins

The shell-skin of a long-gone snake

These are not cheerful enough

This is a story I really have to tell

Tussle for a minute then give in

We could take turns screaming

Who lives in a house like this?

Without a history, what kind of story?

You may have the first word or the last, but share

Australian Prompt-Drought Relief

Australian Prompt Drought Relief


AKA BC Flash Blast 40

22:43 June 18th


"When fishes flew and forests walked"
Give me a dirty woman or a filthy one
A path long grown over
I am older now and stumbling some
There was a fire in my head
A woman wailing for her lost love as if it made a difference
Are you willing to sell, for a shilling, your soul?
Imagine midnight in a forest
"Big fleas have little fleas, upon their bike to bite 'em"
From the scrotum of the yak
When a rainbow sighs and the heart leaps
Repeat after me...
Hundreds of fucking daffodils
Flowers will grow in lovely gardens and in shit
Sting!
The train stopped at a place I can't remember
In the shade of an ancient tree
No God, probably
Sympathy is in the dictionary, between shit and syphillis
Choose left or right and get on with it
Already said: the moon's a balloon.
under the shade of a coolish tree or something
"Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays"
He baffles fat detectives
"She was poor but she was honest" and didn't know to sue

June Blast 41

June Flash Blast, 41

June 18th 14:11


A story of great distances and hardship
Drunk, drunk, drunk, and it's not lunch-time yet
The flash of white thigh, a lift of musk
I am lonely
I need to hear something happy, a joke or three
Candle
A stream swollen as spring unfurls winter
Behind the facts, the shadows
We have made it to the Pacific
TINKLE!
Everything echoes something, and is echoed in its turn
It's a terrible month in a very bad year
I am running ahead of myself and trying to catch me up
PEAR
When the lung and the gullet gasps white
Think of me as a trellis, elastic
The mountains hate the sea, the desert envies snow
KNIFE
We could swallow each other and disappear
They will occupy somewhere or other
Davy Crockett, Jim Bowie
CODE
All night, a shutter banging
Are they people left who can mend things?
I pause at the bottom of your street

June Blast 40

June Flash Blast. 40

June 18th 11:03

Drab, heat-glazed barracks, roads going nowhere
The spin and random drop of circumstance
I will stay in bed
The clanking of dusty tanks
The corpses floating
Sun on high windows
The rabble glummers and shuffles forward
Steel Cathedrals
White ships on open seas
Marseilles and other dangerous ports
Tattered letters, crushed parcels
A bucket of dubious bones
A low, filthy, moon
I do not sleep, but weep for the dying
Wild Horses
Hacked
Line up with your questions
A crumb of comfort
Dawdling past the Gates of Hell
A river, red with death
On the other hand, choose a happy life
A beach of iron filings, seas of molten steel
The doctor is coming down the stairs
A shadow on the pillow
Flowers
The false pomp of the town hall clock

And, more...

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My God, what a bunch of dung.
It is God's error that I am a woman
Give me living that explodes and fizzes
I would have been an astonishing man
I cannot tolerate dullness
I do not want to be good
I prefer a dangerous, dizzy unhappiness to boredom
It is time to embark on an orgy of drunkenness
I will be elegant and decent shortly before I succumb
It can rain here for seven days straight
Very few here are worth getting drunk with
Perhaps a quiet night with Brahms
I try not to think, it is always bad
Or write like a lady from a polite place
The fire of a happy whore
I hate almost everything like Holy Hell
Still curious, angry, anxious
We are enchanted by the book
It is very handsome here
Not all stories are uplifting
Ducks overhead like bombers heading for the Rhine
I would rather be a writer than anything else
I am troubled, head and heart
Have the guts to write
Just say clearly what you see
Shiny, impressive, technical and dead
Read a bad novel and learn about restaurants

37

37


An accident waiting to happen

A waste of fresh air

He moistened his thumb and started counting

A clip-on earring

I need you like coming home in winter

Amoeba

I've been on six-till-two and then four overs

I have fallen in love with a stick

An air-raid shelter or two

The view over the lake

Two perfect poached eggs

We'll never get there and it's always raining

A twilight shapeless and desultory

This is an objective of sorts: survive

Ruler

He climbed in darkness looking for sweet air

I'm late, but for what?

Dear-Sweet-Jesus-God-in-Heaven I am done

90 Degrees

It's not that we are old, but we are weary

I am not quite a Catholic

I am a compass, you a circle drawn

No, this is tired

I am a pencil; you erase

40 Years or so ago, give or take a war

I can't stay awake

My fat brother in law

Rose of white prefabs above a dirty brook

It was a hopeful time,  we all leaned with the wind

White Hot Steel

June Blast Prompt Set 36

I suspect we should be enemies but I would rather love you

We were made heroes

The women wait somewhere, then give up

TREE

My father, hiding toffees, fearful

MINT

Let us make loud noises and jiggle

Bandage

Chocolate, wine, various dried plants

ACORN

I was a seal, then a sea-lion. Now I am a Walrus

Out catching girls in nets

Open the box!

I can't remember what it was like

WATER

Sucking the life from strangers

This finger, that finger, occasional thumb

Hey dad, I wroted a poem!

Back then, when who people slept with...

I am disremembering

This is all clay, dried, crumbling

Give me your hand, touch it to my face

CIGAR

Huddling like troops under mud

It was half-past midnight, January

Your loving Willie Thomas

A little rum and tea and one last fag

The enemy sleeps in feather beds, listening to warm songs