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Tag Archives: Ynyshir
Nose to nose with her rabbit
It’s five-thirty in the morning. The rooks scream but I cannot see them, their sounds are vaccinations in the mist. The terraces are unlit but at one window I see a face. A young girl stares out, arms a triangle … Continue reading
Posted in Flash, Snapshots
Tagged before sunup, Benjamin F Jones, brief prose, bus travel, creative prose, Creative writing, dream writing, dreaming bunny, dreams about slugs, flash, graphite bunny, how dreams are made, rabbit, Rhondda, rooks, salt, short prose, slugs, stagecoach 132, stagecoach 132 ynyshir, surreal, terraces, Ynyshir, young girl awake
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Rhondda Dream
Breaking news: my short flash/prose poem ‘A Flood of Endorphins‘ has now been published in The Restless Consumer and can be read here.
Her Fur is Punk Wet
There’s ram shit on the patio. The trailer parked at the top of the drive is pressed between the two stone posts. The farmer has set up gates and the trailer’s ramp is ready to snap, its tongue that tastes … Continue reading
Posted in Flash
Tagged 20 December 2004, Benjamin F Jones, creative flash, Creative writing, dog, failure, farmer, farming, flash, graphite bunny, hearding, lost sheep, master, observation, pigeon, Prose, quarries, Rhondda, rhondda fach, sheep, short prose, shouting, slow trudge, trailer, Valleys, yesterday’s snow, yew berries, Ynyshir
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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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Summer Ynyshir
Black and brown mongrel to heel on a cracked leather lead crossing fur damp footbridge in drizzle sunshine the valley’s shoulders hunched around the bus stop lush green laps at terraced backdoors pigeons sweep circles through a scarf of clouds … Continue reading
Posted in Prose Poetry
Tagged August 2008, Benjamin F Jones, clouds, creative prose, Creative writing, damp fur, day in the life, dogs, flash, graphite bunny, leather, orange, pharmacist, pigeons, plastic chairs, Prose, radio mast, Rhondda, station Hotel, station hotel ynyshir, terrace bunny, Valleys, Ynyshir
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