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Monthly Archives: May 2012
Haiku #0529: crushing nature
Listening to the cuckoo looking up into trees I step on a snail. – Benjamin F Jones
Posted in Haiku
Tagged Benjamin F Jones, Creative writing, crush, cuckoo, early morning, graphite bunny, haiku, nature, short poem, snail, spring, squash
8 Comments
Kitchen Timer
Spaghetti cuts through the pan’s boiling skin I wind up time and count backwards to dinner… – Benjamin F Jones
Posted in Poetry, Snapshots
Tagged boiling, cookery, cooking, Creative writing, graphite bunny, Italian, kitchen, kitchen timer, poem, poetry, short poem, snapshot, spaghetti
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Town Centre: Closed Down for Refit
Smeared grease on kerbstone. Cobble fists hard into shoe soles. He avoids eye contact with pigeons pecking at fag buts and spit. Diesel engine taxi rumble. Walking home he glances back to the office. Second floor above the shops. Soot … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Prose Poetry, Scraplets, Snapshots
Tagged beer, boy racers, café, closed for refit, creative prose, Creative writing, drag strip, evening, food, graphite bunny, high street, kebabs, mixed grill, Nefertiti, pontypridd, pontypridd high street, prose poem, prose-poetry, relax, relaxing, town centre, Wales
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On the Cusp
Spring borrowed from winter daffodils hang their heads crumple with a colour of cut apple held by the gas fire I dream of you coming home to candle flames and red wine smell moonflowers on your neck warmed by your … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged a bit cheesy, Benjamin F Jones, candles, daffodils, graphite bunny, intimacy, kiss, love poem, LPM, romance, seasons change, spring
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Tinnitus: a sketch of noise
Tattoo buzz white noise scribbled onto puretone whistling – harmonics, reminiscent of turbines and trains in tunnels. The bouquet is ultrasound clang; pebbles tied into the continuum of the sea – roaring to form a cone that projects from my … Continue reading