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Category Archives: Prose Poetry
A wedge of home-made butter
Pre-dawn sleet melts diamonds onto the girls hat as she finds her position on the bus. Half-term has wiped the roads clean, the lights through the one way system are green and we’re two minutes early. The driver stops outside … Continue reading
Posted in Flash, Prose Poetry, Snapshots
Tagged Benjamin F Jones, bus bunny, bus driver, create prose, Creative writing, cut-off, fiction, flash, gainful employment, graphite bunny, Isolation, job, lonliness, love, morning, newspapers, prose poetry, relationships, rhondda bus, short fiction, silent movie, sleet, stagecoach bus, stagecoach rhonnda, winter, winter morning
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They showed her how to eat wood
Susan is crushed after years of coming home to her boyfriend’s crying. Her emotions feel like glass. She has a job that abuses rather than nurtures, her employer doesn’t want to invest in people, he wants a battery. As she … Continue reading
Posted in Flash, Photography, Prose Poetry
Tagged ammonia excretion, ball, battery people, bed bunny, Benjamin F Jones, cider, Creative writing, crushed, crushing job, eating wood, emotions, flash fiction, granny grey, graphite bunny, invest in people, isopod, mental health, micro-fiction, peer group, prose poetry, relationships, sowbugs, tears, the battery people, trundlebug, woodlice, woodlouse, writing
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I possess the right
A cat of horrifying proportions enters the kitchen and looks at fridge in the moonlight. ‘Why are you shut up so tight since you cannot eat your own contents? The fridge replies, ‘Sir cat, according to the cold store principles … Continue reading
Posted in Humour, Prose Poetry
Tagged 89 revolution, absurd, Baudelaire, belly, Benjamin F Jones, cat, cold store principles, Creative writing, fridge, fridge bunny, fridge rights, graphite bunny, Humour, hunger, moonlight, parents, prose poem, prose poetry, rights, short prose, the rights of the cat, the rights of the fridge
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A Man Trapped in the Instant of Falling
The car is parked and I’m in the driver’s seat. People swirl with bags of clothes and toys for pets. Flat pack furniture washes against the paint work. In the rear mirror I see you’re asleep. I don’t know who … Continue reading
Posted in Prose Poetry
Tagged absence, absent bunny, amnesia, Benjamin F Jones, car park, child, children, danger sudden drop, depersonalisation, DPD, driver, father, fatherhood, flash, flat pack furniture, forget who I am, forgetting, graphite bunny, memory and recall, memory loss, mental health, mental states, newborn, parenting, prose poem, retail park, Retrograde amnesia, semisomnia, semisomnium, sleep, sleeplessness, snapshot, tired, vignette
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Graphite Bunny 