March Prompts 6051-6075 

Thursday March 3rd, 16:50

6051 With so much anger in you, can you see anything lovely?

6052 Total silence but for the z-tunk of a heavy axe

6053 My dead wife came back, hiding in a black-eyed waitress

6054  It was one of those summers when you think, Just fuck this!

6055 We could try falling in love?

6056 I am waiting to gown down to breakfast

6057 She hates like a hammer, like a gun

6058 The sky was black black black, the suddenly laced with green

6059 Come in, bring the dogs, and if you find anything, let me know

6060 Martha is brushing her hair

6061 Is this a love that’s pre-arranged or is it serendipity?

6062 The swollen dark of moonlit hedges

6063 Outside in the courtyard, the cobbles glisten wet

6064 I am counting the bottles, pretending there was a party

6065 The day is barely budded, nowhere near ripe

6066 Stay alive, tell people everything that occurred

6067 I am drying out

6068 She thought everything, even disease, was magic, magic

6069 Imagining dusty coaches and snorting horses

6070 If grief was only money

6071 Why am I drawn to drums, to crazy percussionists?

6072 Lavender, a light breath through a window

6073 I turned to kiss her but she kissed me first. Love

6074 He was old and ragged, followed by a cloud

6075 My life back-filled with small important things