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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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I cut a slice
November crisps puddles and steam rises vertically from air conditioning. I cut a slice of pie from the window’s wet and look out onto the woodworm streets. At the corner a girl in cut-offs bitches at her boyfriend and shivers … Continue reading
Posted in Snapshots
Tagged abuse, air conditioning, anxiety, belittling, Benjamin F Jones, condensation, creative prose, Creative writing, damp, damp house, domestic abuse, graphite bunny, hunched, insecurity, laughter, mental abuse, mental health, November, observation bunny, prose poem, prose poetry, self-actualisation, snapshot, view from my window, view from my window execise, vignette
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Impromptu road repair
Last week a girl drowned while swimming in a puddle on Hannah Street. Today two men stop their van outside my window. Their bituminous truck blocks the high street as the driver jumps out, flips down the tailgate and shovels … Continue reading
Posted in Prose Poetry
Tagged absurd, Benjamin F Jones, bitumen, council workers, creative prose, Creative writing, drowning, end of shift, graphite bunny, Hannah street, Humour, impromptu, nonsense, Porth, prose poem, prose poetry, road repair, short prose, surreal, tarmac, wreath
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Old Canal
The trees were arranged as shown in the diagram. The ambient air temperature was measured at 23°C. The sun was chosen as a light source and connected to a power supply. The resultant beam skimmed over the wetlands like a … Continue reading
Posted in Flash, Prose Poetry
Tagged autumn, autumn bunny, Benjamin F Jones, blackberries, canal, captured moment, cardiff, dad, discrepancies, discrete packets, experimental prose, fatherhood, forest farm, graphite bunny, Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, observation, passive voice, past tense, primary carer, prose poem, prose poetry, quantum theory, radyr, radyr station, refracted light, school science, science experiment, stay at home dad, third person, to slit experiment
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Graphite Bunny 