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Tag Archives: prose-poetry
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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Compulsory Training
His belly bulges between his shirt and trousers. The overheads are in italicised Times Roman. He’s an ineffectual event, pointing at things we cannot see in a void above the projector. His foreshortened tie is crooked between his gull-wing collar. … Continue reading
Posted in Prose Poetry, Snapshots
Tagged admin, administrators, belly, Benjamin F Jones, cleavage, Creative writing, fast-track, fire, graphite bunny, meeting, meetings, nails, office life, prose poetry, prose-poetry, puppy, sycophantic, work
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Gargling Cheap Wine: 3 Homerton Street
There’d been no other reason to get wasted other than we were brothers and it was Saturday. By midnight we were gargling cheap wine and the walls had rushed away. Seven sheets blew in the wind we sailed steamrollers in … Continue reading
Posted in Prose Poetry, Scraplets
Tagged 1996, Brother, Cambridge, cheap wine, creative prose, drunken, family, graphite bunny, Homerton Street, memories, prose poetry, prose-poetry, wine
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He’s Leaving Us
17:31 office burst. Suits and skirts through leaves and litter. Into the Vaults – beer pulled from pumps, fast as steam engines. A pint of Old Tom settles into my glass. Ale swallowed to wash down administrator’s pill. Handshakes flirt … Continue reading
A Girl Not Reading a Book
Sat in the café curled into the armchair – white cotton shirt pressed into geometry that boxes her shoulders. She hides behind tight hair, teeth pressed together in anticipation of freedom. Pushing her glasses up her nose she emerges to … Continue reading
Posted in Prose Poetry, Snapshots
Tagged 2001, Benjamin F Jones, book, book lust, café, desperation, girl, graphite bunny, joy, novel, novels, prose poetry, prose-poetry, read, readers, readers' problems, reading, relationships, words
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