running problems i. Running From a lion-sized Yawn I’m caught Exhausted keeping This misfit mishmash Of survivors running ii. Running argument With Ryan ongoing Never resolved & as for this year’s Nobel Prize nomination Definitely out of the running iii. Running nose Dribbling onto a…
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(Hour 20) 17.30pm-18.30pm. VISUAL PROMPT: animal with red eyes in blackness
embers in the dark He’s walked right round the town twice now taking Rueben & Ben with him (Did you know I’ve only just realised The double Ben) Priya & I have been In & out of kitchens & the supermarket Gathering supplies Of anything…
(Hour 19) 16.30pm-17.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: inarticulate surroundings, tiny truth
exhausted we’re lost high on some tiny hills somewhere in a valley of paradise overlooking a misspelt ancient Spanish warfield dripping olives Ryan snoring at my feet wishing i was out under sun with dead (but now second life) wood baby in hand
(Hour 15) 12.30pm-13.30pm. BOTH PROMPTS: another POV + pot head.
perfect posture Priya has put the pot On her head … & left it there Oh why is she doing this Poor girl she’s hardly said boo To me or anyone the 3 days She’s been travelling with us & now this strange attention Seeking…
(Hour 13) 10.30-11.30am. TEXT PROMPT: profession description, humorous x2
I enjoyed this prompt (after initially disliking the thought of it). It was supposed to be about *yourself* but I ended up doing one for each of my 2 main characters. Very satisfying. Ryan: an abridged Resume the woman : who seems to lead…
(Hour 12) 09.30-10.30am. VISUAL PROMPT: mandala
a brother I can’t believe Ryan found him & not me , not that it matters. The fact he’s found is far more Important than who found him. But he’s thin so so thin. Muffled noise Beneath my arms: Stell I can’t breathe. Right ,…
(Hour 09) 06.30-07.30am. TEXT/VISUAL PROMPTS: ten words + 2 butterflies
Butterfly curses Can’t believe you deliberately chose beets That jacket doesn’t suit you, denim never does Why does my lip tremor when you speak Eyes that suck me in like mangrove mud Elbow made of electricity every time it brushes Smile like a lightbulb going…
(Hour 07) 04.30-05.30am. VISUAL PROMPT, swing on the edge of a field of sunflowers
flowers of the sun don’t know when i realise the fields of flowers beating down your eyes this time of year are no longer here that wild violent yellow racing off towards forever might now be nothing more than edge of childhood memory