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Monthly Archives: September 2013
Coal Smoke Blends from Chimney
Thin string clouds red against blue sky. Winter approaching. I must prepare. Kids in the bath splashing water up the walls. Enjoying my brother’s visit, the first in months. ‘Where are we going today?’ In the carriage hacking through the … Continue reading
Posted in Prose Poetry, Scraplets
Tagged calm, canal, cat, dense prose, family, graphite bunny, inner peace, kindling, log fire, October, october 2007, picnic, prose poetry, prose-poetry, radyr, Rhondda, rush, tights, train travel, Ynyshir
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Moving In
The van has gone. The front room is piled with boxes that measure out the floor. My daughter loosens dust as she runs from room to room. Street sounds bring amber light and the smell of Indian food. ‘Which box … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Scraplets, Snapshots
Tagged beginnings, Benjamin F Jones, boxes, chewing gum, condensation, creative prose, Creative writing, dust, flash, graphite bunny, moving bunny, moving house, new start, new starts, openings, Rhondda, short prose, unstarted
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Drowning in adjectives
I take the book from by bag. Page one and the principle character is moaning – he smells pipe tobacco which he smokes but doesn’t like. A scholar with calloused hands he smothers like joy rotting gin. I struggle through … Continue reading
Posted in Prose Poetry
Tagged Benjamin F Jones, book life, book reading, booking, books, charity shop, creative prose, Creative writing, dealing with disappointment, disappointing book, disappointment, graphite bunny, Humour, Prose, prose poetry, reader, reader bunny, reading, short prose, terrible reading
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A Hypercube and a Klein Bottle
A hypercube and a Klein bottle met at a bar called Minkowski’s. The hypercube drank gin and tapped her corners on the bar when she laughed. The Klein bottle was all curves – he drank whisky straight up but had … Continue reading