-
Recent Fragments
-
Search the fragments
Categories
- Cut-up (2)
- Exercises (16)
- Flash (19)
- Haiku (25)
- Humour (36)
- Painting and drawing (1)
- Photography (32)
- Poetry (38)
- Prose (54)
- Prose Poetry (58)
- Science Fiction (7)
- Scraplets (40)
- Snapshots (90)
- Uncategorized (4)
- WIP (9)
Tag Archives: love
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
1 Comment
Morning coffee in action.
A doodle of someone waking up to the smell of fresh coffee in a mug.
Posted in Snapshots
Tagged art, Benjamin F Jones, bfj, black coffee, coffee, doodle, dyslexia, graphite capsule, love, morning, picture, sketch, swirls, twiddle
5 Comments
Regular Disturbance
The first time she calls the police herself from the phone box across the road. She screams like a preacher. ‘When are you going to do something? He’s locked me out again the bastard.’ There are not enough faces at … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Snapshots
Tagged ambulance, August 2002, Benjamin F Jones, broken window, can of cider, Creative writing, destruction, domestic violence, emergency services, every day, flash, graphite bunny, hate, hero, love, marriage, mental health, observation exercise, observer bunny, outdoing, paramedics, phone box, police, pontypridd, Prose, relationships, rickards street, sad, self-esteem, violence
5 Comments
The Worlds of Phoebe
I can fly. The air is slippery. All these years I have waited, constrained by the frustrating tug of gravity. Now I am free to move wherever I please. You must love me now – surely you must love me? … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Scraplets
Tagged attraction, Benjamin F Jones, creative prose, fae, faeries, fairy, golden voice, love, magic, short prose, singing, slippery, snapshot
2 Comments
End of the Season
The relationship has ended. That’s why I’m here. Returning after only a day – rattling back through the white chalk swellings to my point of departure. Tipped onto the platform at Hatfield Station with nothing but longing. To the north … Continue reading
Posted in Prose Poetry
Tagged acceptance, autobiography, Cambridge, defeat, doorsteps, graphitebunny, greenflies, Hatfield, interactions, January 2000, love, new life, people, prose poem, prose poetry, relationships, returning, seasons, shell, stations, university memories
4 Comments
Graphite Bunny 