And then by drowning
Maggot
The three car crash
Wounded bird, tree
We only remember their names
Red Slippers
We ride into battle, our horses do not volunteer
A House with green wallpaper
Eggs
Rock and Bloody Roll
The Arbortionist's Lunch
I will not come out until someone apologises
I made a sculpture of my father, without a heart
You Have Mail!
How many Eggs for Breakfast, Caesar? (Ate Two, Brute)
The nature of bad jokes
A black cat at midnight, in an unlit coal mine
Grandmother, blood
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
28 Days: Wednesday 21st Prompts
Women in neon passing the window
Career Path
Plain-Clothes detectives are operating in this store
Tripod
What I was about to say
In my attic
She leaves the nursery and begins to walk
There is a pause in the music
Another Toy
I will choose a child not my colour
All the ships have left, the last plane
A Silver Bracelet
So I opened the parcel
ACID
I stood once, at a window in a storm
Tomorrow or Not
Eating Electricity
SAND
Career Path
Plain-Clothes detectives are operating in this store
Tripod
What I was about to say
In my attic
She leaves the nursery and begins to walk
There is a pause in the music
Another Toy
I will choose a child not my colour
All the ships have left, the last plane
A Silver Bracelet
So I opened the parcel
ACID
I stood once, at a window in a storm
Tomorrow or Not
Eating Electricity
SAND
Friday, October 16, 2009
28 Days: Prompts Friday 16th
And for another twenty-five pounds, a neat leather wallet
Frozen Shoulder
I Have My Lover's Heart (in the fridge)
Come Live With Me and be my fuck-buddy
Shall I compare thee to a 0-0 draw in Crewe on a wet Monday?
Here, have an onion
Bloody Men!
Flea
Catch a Falling Star and Put Him in Hello
Drink to Me, Leona
Gather a few roses and that
You waste your time and mine
When I consider how my life has whistled past
Had we but world enough, and time
There is no one like Sally
Listen, the Curfew Bell
I had a goldfish
I will have a cat named Beatrice
And when a lovely woman
The harbour is still, the sea is low and swollen
Frozen Shoulder
I Have My Lover's Heart (in the fridge)
Come Live With Me and be my fuck-buddy
Shall I compare thee to a 0-0 draw in Crewe on a wet Monday?
Here, have an onion
Bloody Men!
Flea
Catch a Falling Star and Put Him in Hello
Drink to Me, Leona
Gather a few roses and that
You waste your time and mine
When I consider how my life has whistled past
Had we but world enough, and time
There is no one like Sally
Listen, the Curfew Bell
I had a goldfish
I will have a cat named Beatrice
And when a lovely woman
The harbour is still, the sea is low and swollen
Thursday, October 15, 2009
28 Days Prompts. Thursday 15th October
The Dogs are Gone
In Eastbourne, or Lewes. Well Brighton Way
The Rain it was that killed us
Two Bites
Forgive me. I am about to break wind
He hit him in the head
Three lonely guys and a sad old dog
Mary Ellen at the Pawn Shop door, baby in her hand and the bundle on the floor
Polishing the threshhold
Gangplank
The wind off the sea whipping our faces
Bugs live in spotless houses
Soaping, scrubbing, swilling off
He moved from Salop to Splott
Coal Dust signature
This is Tom. This is Jane. Tom Loves Jane. Jane loves Frank.
A soiled mattress, bugs, probably
ORCHID
In about 1900, here or hereabouts
In Eastbourne, or Lewes. Well Brighton Way
The Rain it was that killed us
Two Bites
Forgive me. I am about to break wind
He hit him in the head
Three lonely guys and a sad old dog
Mary Ellen at the Pawn Shop door, baby in her hand and the bundle on the floor
Polishing the threshhold
Gangplank
The wind off the sea whipping our faces
Bugs live in spotless houses
Soaping, scrubbing, swilling off
He moved from Salop to Splott
Coal Dust signature
This is Tom. This is Jane. Tom Loves Jane. Jane loves Frank.
A soiled mattress, bugs, probably
ORCHID
In about 1900, here or hereabouts
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
28 Days. Prompts on Wednesday 14th
I want to somewhere, on a long dark train, whistling
Be that as it may
Please choose music, photos
I think my sight is not what it was
Everyday, Every Way
One day I will be a skinny boy, ribs showing
The floor is full, may I have another room?
Maybe We Will Recover
The Thing About Birthdays
Kitchen Sync
I have decided to be slovenly
Crumple Me
Strong Plunge I Have
Pull Yourself Apart, Man!
A Plain Wood Table, A Simple Chair
PING!
Apart from the obvious, there is little to say
PLUM
A Man on a Bridge
I Doubt it Very Much, Mrs Havisham
The House is Sad, the furniture weary
Be that as it may
Please choose music, photos
I think my sight is not what it was
Everyday, Every Way
One day I will be a skinny boy, ribs showing
The floor is full, may I have another room?
Maybe We Will Recover
The Thing About Birthdays
Kitchen Sync
I have decided to be slovenly
Crumple Me
Strong Plunge I Have
Pull Yourself Apart, Man!
A Plain Wood Table, A Simple Chair
PING!
Apart from the obvious, there is little to say
PLUM
A Man on a Bridge
I Doubt it Very Much, Mrs Havisham
The House is Sad, the furniture weary
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
28 Days. Prompts on Tuesday 13th
Who remembers to leave the bottles out
TINGLE
And crazy, fearless children
Picture a glassy sea
Stone, Fish
I am going, I just don't know where it is
Leaf
The hinges are rusted
CHESTNUTS
If you want, you can overlook this
Reflection
Riddle me this, Batman
TACK
A Short History of a Few Odds & Sods
I am in the garden
A few wept, a few laughed. Most were silent
I am the guilty bystander
My wife will stop you
People in Grass Houses
I'm not sure, but have you got younger?
TINGLE
And crazy, fearless children
Picture a glassy sea
Stone, Fish
I am going, I just don't know where it is
Leaf
The hinges are rusted
CHESTNUTS
If you want, you can overlook this
Reflection
Riddle me this, Batman
TACK
A Short History of a Few Odds & Sods
I am in the garden
A few wept, a few laughed. Most were silent
I am the guilty bystander
My wife will stop you
People in Grass Houses
I'm not sure, but have you got younger?
Monday, October 12, 2009
28 Days: Prompts on Monday 12th
My mother has sold my books
Sheds, Pigeons
A little bit of luck would have seen us through
Nail
From the backs of pick-up trucks
If you love me, build
Read to me by candle-light, your soft voice
Wearing an old coat
At least the roof doesn't leak
Progress
Are you happy to be in this picture?
Beef
And BEFORE the big bang?
Drifting, Salt
The walls are high enough, for we are small and feeble
It's not easy to admit
There are small heroes, just as heroic
Van & Wheelchair
A pebble in her shoe
Sheds, Pigeons
A little bit of luck would have seen us through
Nail
From the backs of pick-up trucks
If you love me, build
Read to me by candle-light, your soft voice
Wearing an old coat
At least the roof doesn't leak
Progress
Are you happy to be in this picture?
Beef
And BEFORE the big bang?
Drifting, Salt
The walls are high enough, for we are small and feeble
It's not easy to admit
There are small heroes, just as heroic
Van & Wheelchair
A pebble in her shoe
Sunday, October 11, 2009
28 Days. Prompts on Sunday
Around the bottom of the tree, but not the tree
About your credit score
The Waste Land
Going Back to Miami
Various Methods of Appeal
There appears to be no ridge, no way for it to hold
Flowers
Of course elephants can jump
Fighting Towards Italy
The Vaguely-Happy Barrista
How to Be Alone
52 Ways of Looking at Love
Lady Sings the Blues
The Smell of Cooking Meat, High on the Night
Leaving Soon for Lancaster
Boring Letters Home
T S Eliot on His iPod, Dante in His Bag
One Or Two Batteries May Work
About your credit score
The Waste Land
Going Back to Miami
Various Methods of Appeal
There appears to be no ridge, no way for it to hold
Flowers
Of course elephants can jump
Fighting Towards Italy
The Vaguely-Happy Barrista
How to Be Alone
52 Ways of Looking at Love
Lady Sings the Blues
The Smell of Cooking Meat, High on the Night
Leaving Soon for Lancaster
Boring Letters Home
T S Eliot on His iPod, Dante in His Bag
One Or Two Batteries May Work
Monday, October 05, 2009
28 Days. Prompts 03 Monday 5th
I dreamt of the perfect story
Tell me about the future, I want to know
For five days we waited
A crisp, fresh page
Remember me when you are gone
I am too well to be a poet
It is like, after too far in the rain, you see a light
There is a cold field somewhere, and gold
After, we laid in the sun and wept
Where is the boy now, what is he?
Owl, white as light
We could build a bridge, or a castle
You will wake soon, I will go
This will need to be checked out, then we'll see
At your ear, something breathless, rising
Where dead feet walked
I walked with sorrow, listening to her silence and understanding
Tell me about the future, I want to know
For five days we waited
A crisp, fresh page
Remember me when you are gone
I am too well to be a poet
It is like, after too far in the rain, you see a light
There is a cold field somewhere, and gold
After, we laid in the sun and wept
Where is the boy now, what is he?
Owl, white as light
We could build a bridge, or a castle
You will wake soon, I will go
This will need to be checked out, then we'll see
At your ear, something breathless, rising
Where dead feet walked
I walked with sorrow, listening to her silence and understanding
Sunday, October 04, 2009
28 Days. Prompts 02 Sunday 4th
I want to sleep and take my time waking
Gardens
I would love her, but how do I do that?
Richard Bow
Four beauties in a lift
Something worries me about us
His Little Red Bicycle, Brown Shoes
Tie up and rest
Something is broken, small but terribly important
Connotation
Living is merely death deferred
Pineapple, Brick, Chocolate, Chair
Tell me you are not afraid
Six policeman, one van, one drunken, stupid man
I can smell antiseptic
Death is not the punch line, even if life's a joke
Rain folding in the streets
Hope Flies
When I am old I shall wear Lycra
We could slow down, hold each other
Gardens
I would love her, but how do I do that?
Richard Bow
Four beauties in a lift
Something worries me about us
His Little Red Bicycle, Brown Shoes
Tie up and rest
Something is broken, small but terribly important
Connotation
Living is merely death deferred
Pineapple, Brick, Chocolate, Chair
Tell me you are not afraid
Six policeman, one van, one drunken, stupid man
I can smell antiseptic
Death is not the punch line, even if life's a joke
Rain folding in the streets
Hope Flies
When I am old I shall wear Lycra
We could slow down, hold each other
Saturday, October 03, 2009
WARNING
Last Month's Blast was pathetic when compared to even an "ordinary" month.
As I'm late this month let's have 28 Days, 28 Pieces, 28 Subs.
Please don't joinn this and then be a spectator.
Join and do, or don't join
As I'm late this month let's have 28 Days, 28 Pieces, 28 Subs.
Please don't joinn this and then be a spectator.
Join and do, or don't join
28-DAY ALL OR NOTHING BLAST
To Join 28 Days, you MUST write a piece a day, every day, for the rest of
October. If you are going to miss a day, then do TWO pieces the day before
To Join 28 Days, you MUST write a piece a day, every day, for the rest of
October. If you are going to miss a day, then do TWO pieces the day before
To Join 28 Days, you MUST write a piece a day, every day, for the rest of
October. If you are going to miss a day, then do TWO pieces the day before
PROMPTS
A swell, modest time
TACK
In a catholic country
INCENSE
What are we waiting for, assembled in the halls?
DANCERS
The burnt-out ends of a ragged month
FADE
A newspaper tumbles in the wind
DUST
Blinds are pulled down at dirty, yellow windows
MORE, MORE!
And she was built in pride and made for death
FUTURE
To see them flourish, fall
CANNON
We lived in trees, or waded in the shallows of the lake
FIRE
Fish are rotting in choked channels
JACOB's LADDER
Things will get raw and bleed
FIG
Everywhere stinks
GENIE
It is a small sacrifice, just my son
52 WAYS
Like old men double up and coughing
BLEARY
Death is beautiful slowed down
October. If you are going to miss a day, then do TWO pieces the day before
To Join 28 Days, you MUST write a piece a day, every day, for the rest of
October. If you are going to miss a day, then do TWO pieces the day before
To Join 28 Days, you MUST write a piece a day, every day, for the rest of
October. If you are going to miss a day, then do TWO pieces the day before
PROMPTS
A swell, modest time
TACK
In a catholic country
INCENSE
What are we waiting for, assembled in the halls?
DANCERS
The burnt-out ends of a ragged month
FADE
A newspaper tumbles in the wind
DUST
Blinds are pulled down at dirty, yellow windows
MORE, MORE!
And she was built in pride and made for death
FUTURE
To see them flourish, fall
CANNON
We lived in trees, or waded in the shallows of the lake
FIRE
Fish are rotting in choked channels
JACOB's LADDER
Things will get raw and bleed
FIG
Everywhere stinks
GENIE
It is a small sacrifice, just my son
52 WAYS
Like old men double up and coughing
BLEARY
Death is beautiful slowed down
Friday, October 02, 2009
Ocotober 02 Prompts
01 Red Light
02 One Mint Left
03 Trailer Park Boys
04 Memories of My Father
05 Memories TV
06 Black Rain
07 An Awfully Big Adventure
08 As for the hall, they've done the best they can
09 I feel almost smothered when I start to write
10 Ted is going to buy a cheap radio this week
11 My little enamel table
12 I have been having a pleasant day in bed, resting and reading
13 I am going to start seeing a woman doctor
14 My new hairdo and clothes have cheered me up
15 Madness by Text
16 The Vacuum Run
17 The Simple Truth
18 You Can Look But You Better Not Touch
19 Blue Avenue
20 Say it's all right Joe
21 Clean Sheets and a River View
22 Telephone Call From Istanbul
23 Way Down in the Hole
24 All the Way to the Middle
02 One Mint Left
03 Trailer Park Boys
04 Memories of My Father
05 Memories TV
06 Black Rain
07 An Awfully Big Adventure
08 As for the hall, they've done the best they can
09 I feel almost smothered when I start to write
10 Ted is going to buy a cheap radio this week
11 My little enamel table
12 I have been having a pleasant day in bed, resting and reading
13 I am going to start seeing a woman doctor
14 My new hairdo and clothes have cheered me up
15 Madness by Text
16 The Vacuum Run
17 The Simple Truth
18 You Can Look But You Better Not Touch
19 Blue Avenue
20 Say it's all right Joe
21 Clean Sheets and a River View
22 Telephone Call From Istanbul
23 Way Down in the Hole
24 All the Way to the Middle
Thursday, October 01, 2009
October 01 Prompts
Janufebby
The Black Girl in Search of God
The Red Tsar
The Christmas Hip-Hop
Butterlight
Watching my father watching TV
Never Again
A line from the right poem might help
Mad Men
Better in High-Definition
When Poverty Flies in Through the Window, Love Flies Out the Door
Ghurkas in the Dark
Fishy in the Water, Fishy in the Sea
The Fire
Forgotten Voices
Lies My Teacher Told Me
A way of skimming things until daylight
He puts down the glass.
It's not out yet
A blanket across his lap
Yellow Squares
A train was coming, and for a second...
He'd been almost famous, had a wife, two children
The Black Girl in Search of God
The Red Tsar
The Christmas Hip-Hop
Butterlight
Watching my father watching TV
Never Again
A line from the right poem might help
Mad Men
Better in High-Definition
When Poverty Flies in Through the Window, Love Flies Out the Door
Ghurkas in the Dark
Fishy in the Water, Fishy in the Sea
The Fire
Forgotten Voices
Lies My Teacher Told Me
A way of skimming things until daylight
He puts down the glass.
It's not out yet
A blanket across his lap
Yellow Squares
A train was coming, and for a second...
He'd been almost famous, had a wife, two children
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Prompts 29 September
Pigeons gathering on wet slate
Love broke out
The train is empty. It doesn't want to leave
Banquet
I am trying to remember, trying to believe it
After the Coma
Unrelationshiply making love
He asked them, "Play the Birdie Song"
It's like a wound that opens and then opens
From Thursday to Friday
Wondering about small American towns, dusty roads
Frailty
Long, slow railway stations, the darknesses
He wakes crying
It will be something to talk about at least
Love broke out
The train is empty. It doesn't want to leave
Banquet
I am trying to remember, trying to believe it
After the Coma
Unrelationshiply making love
He asked them, "Play the Birdie Song"
It's like a wound that opens and then opens
From Thursday to Friday
Wondering about small American towns, dusty roads
Frailty
Long, slow railway stations, the darknesses
He wakes crying
It will be something to talk about at least
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Prompts, Sunday
The simplicity of it
There is a sign of night, clouds
Your body is too sharp
The sea sings because it is moving
A tin-roofed shack, no phone
We smoke a silent cigarette, look at the rain
The grass needs cutting
Pickard woke me
Dogs
Waiting for morning, for breakfast
Don’t give it a thought
The A-Z of useless platitudes
Madame Curie
If, dear
He left her photographs of sad caravans
The Angry Priest
The road to your place, they are digging it up
Attic
A glass door flashing
Let’s face it. Or not
When I was a child, I imagined.
One brick, then a second, then three, four
Dog in a bath
Back to my high, empty place
My father was claustrophobic
There is a sign of night, clouds
Your body is too sharp
The sea sings because it is moving
A tin-roofed shack, no phone
We smoke a silent cigarette, look at the rain
The grass needs cutting
Pickard woke me
Dogs
Waiting for morning, for breakfast
Don’t give it a thought
The A-Z of useless platitudes
Madame Curie
If, dear
He left her photographs of sad caravans
The Angry Priest
The road to your place, they are digging it up
Attic
A glass door flashing
Let’s face it. Or not
When I was a child, I imagined.
One brick, then a second, then three, four
Dog in a bath
Back to my high, empty place
My father was claustrophobic
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Prompts Thursday 24 September
The Last Thing You Read
SAND
Lost Without His Brother
SNOW
Something About a Leopard
POD
I have something not to say
NAIL
In The Court of the Red Queen
TAXI
Blessings, Effendi
DRINK
Flanagan Starts Running
GAS!
Which of the Gods Made Them Quarrel?
WATCHING
It was in a poem, or an advert
He didn't have a belly-button
JACK!
But then, who does?
It's square, but more round than that
I believe I could believe
SAND
Lost Without His Brother
SNOW
Something About a Leopard
POD
I have something not to say
NAIL
In The Court of the Red Queen
TAXI
Blessings, Effendi
DRINK
Flanagan Starts Running
GAS!
Which of the Gods Made Them Quarrel?
WATCHING
It was in a poem, or an advert
He didn't have a belly-button
JACK!
But then, who does?
It's square, but more round than that
I believe I could believe
More Prompts
As an exercise, consider combining prompts, try using all or most.
From the very first coming down
Beetle
Only the caravan was real and that wasn't there
Never Again
Happy, but no closer, even now
GRENADE
My father, the way he sits
SMELLS
We have drawn up a list
TIN
Sometimes the scars fade temporarily
SILVER
On the wet road, past the know of pines
BRUISE
Never Stronger
We have made all the possible preparations
It's more a case of
I am not sure that little boys imagine; I mean they all imagine the same things
There is a gap between attention and awareness
My ambition would be to love
ACHE
I am Transient
VAN
Watch how he hesitates before saying, "I love you..."
WIRE
Turn a deaf eye
BLOSSOM, BLOOM
We will begin today. We start and it is an ending
THORN
It was Easter. I found myself alone
CHINE
On the phone she whispers that her husband is mad.
From the very first coming down
Beetle
Only the caravan was real and that wasn't there
Never Again
Happy, but no closer, even now
GRENADE
My father, the way he sits
SMELLS
We have drawn up a list
TIN
Sometimes the scars fade temporarily
SILVER
On the wet road, past the know of pines
BRUISE
Never Stronger
We have made all the possible preparations
It's more a case of
I am not sure that little boys imagine; I mean they all imagine the same things
There is a gap between attention and awareness
My ambition would be to love
ACHE
I am Transient
VAN
Watch how he hesitates before saying, "I love you..."
WIRE
Turn a deaf eye
BLOSSOM, BLOOM
We will begin today. We start and it is an ending
THORN
It was Easter. I found myself alone
CHINE
On the phone she whispers that her husband is mad.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Prompts 22 September
A Small Blue Plaque
Hanging Baskets
How the woman pauses
While he waits for her to buy two coffees
Paper Hats
Orange tiles, white spikes
His car, his moustache
Olives
How the women congregate, talking about swimming
Her Black Wedding
A café, a shop, three or four houses
The trainee barista
Stooped, white hair, but almost free
Behold the duck!
What catches me, what catches my eye
LISTEN!
How beautiful, in profile
Four Feet Under
What is the H in W H Smith?
Silks
Old Men in Cardigans
The Differences of Aquamarine
At the Lake
If we had world enough and time
Low fat sex
For a suitcase full of cash
Sprouting
Children love wheels
Words, in type, streaming across a photograph
The Olive man smiles, with a twinkle, and holds out a single olive on a spoon for the lady to taste
Shall we do some kind of lunch?
Hanging Baskets
How the woman pauses
While he waits for her to buy two coffees
Paper Hats
Orange tiles, white spikes
His car, his moustache
Olives
How the women congregate, talking about swimming
Her Black Wedding
A café, a shop, three or four houses
The trainee barista
Stooped, white hair, but almost free
Behold the duck!
What catches me, what catches my eye
LISTEN!
How beautiful, in profile
Four Feet Under
What is the H in W H Smith?
Silks
Old Men in Cardigans
The Differences of Aquamarine
At the Lake
If we had world enough and time
Low fat sex
For a suitcase full of cash
Sprouting
Children love wheels
Words, in type, streaming across a photograph
The Olive man smiles, with a twinkle, and holds out a single olive on a spoon for the lady to taste
Shall we do some kind of lunch?
Monday, September 21, 2009
Prompts Monday 21 September
Joe Cocker, three a.m.
When the improbable doesn’t surprise
Wretched
Black Swan, Owls by Day
Places to Go
Turning of Bluetooth
Women, meeting for coffee
Vente Latte
How the Cancer Bites First
The Wisdom of Drivers
Nobody Knows What’s Going On
Nine Pounds Later
History Does Not Know it is History
Give or Take
The Problem is How You See
What’s Not to Like?
The Bible i-Pod, the i-Pod Bible
Until the rain gets in
Where I Belong
The Poetry in a Football Programme
I am not proud of this
Let us try to be civil, try to be rational
The Light is Wrong
Approximately five hours: 4:58
Picnic in Bierut
The Light Music of Children
When the improbable doesn’t surprise
Wretched
Black Swan, Owls by Day
Places to Go
Turning of Bluetooth
Women, meeting for coffee
Vente Latte
How the Cancer Bites First
The Wisdom of Drivers
Nobody Knows What’s Going On
Nine Pounds Later
History Does Not Know it is History
Give or Take
The Problem is How You See
What’s Not to Like?
The Bible i-Pod, the i-Pod Bible
Until the rain gets in
Where I Belong
The Poetry in a Football Programme
I am not proud of this
Let us try to be civil, try to be rational
The Light is Wrong
Approximately five hours: 4:58
Picnic in Bierut
The Light Music of Children
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