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Category Archives: Scraplets
Lunch Worlds
Lunch break. A girl at our table reads Dostoevsky. The guy next to her is in tabloid concentration. I eat my sandwiches and look out through the window. A child on a plastic tricycle watches a bird fly across the … Continue reading
Posted in Scraplets, Snapshots
Tagged archive 2001, autobiography, Benjamin F Jones, creative prose, Creative writing, Dostoevsky, eating, graphite bunny, lunch break, lunch break bunny, march snapshot, observation, office dystopia, office life, Run away with me, tabloids, very short prose
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Light Picks Out Detail
My hair is greying and my skin pulls up into powder light dunes. My arms are sprayed onto my torso, white brushed with sodium brick and chain link rejection, where I crawl face down on the carpet like a pork-chop … Continue reading
Posted in Humour, Science Fiction, Scraplets
Tagged archive, Benjamin F Jones, burlesque bunny, cough clouds, creative prose, Creative writing, d-pond, drugs, emotionless, experimental, friday, frozen paper, graphite bunny, journey home, May 2001, powder, Prose, purple prose, science fiction, sucking my heart, surreal, twisted, writing
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‘I’m sorry, I’ve got to go to work’
Branches anchor the sky and roots grip the toes of a bench. A figure is stuck to the seat with alcohol but he raises his can like a chalice. His eyes are like a blackbird of twenty summers ago and … Continue reading
Posted in Exercises, Prose, Prose Poetry, Scraplets, Snapshots
Tagged black dog, blackbird of twenty summers ago, brown leaves curled, can like a chalice, city, creative prose, Creative writing, Creativity, dog is a puddle, graphite bunny, interactive bunny, like beautiful colouring, mental health, mental wellbeing, observation, poetic, prose poetry, rushing, short prose, toes of a bench, urban life, vignette, we all move in synch, writing
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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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Graphite Bunny 