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Ellie tore the vines and grasses from the chest, opened it and dug deep to the bottom, To pull out a small package, wrapped in a plane leaf, darkly brittle. Black, the cube of hard pudding. Yellow, the icing, leached … Continue reading
beside a stream, within dream beside a track, that fell from a back in a dell, fed by a green well in a cot, that no hands got covered and buried, by a shrub darkly berried guarded and railed, by … Continue reading
They’re gonna put me in the movies They’re gonna make a big star out of me Nope. I got a film industry job, but it wasn’t as an actor. I got the job of Continuity. 35 words written for Sammi’s … Continue reading
Central Beach. Summer 2020. Lockdown. To the owner of this deckchair concession… please don’t take this as a premonition, nor yet a forecast.
In her bed yet in her head In her sleep, no place to keep Creeping through sleep’s fragile film In a dream, through veils unseen Into a world that is not ours Where five minutes lived might yet be hours … Continue reading
Sid was one hell of a guy with the girth of a giant and the heart of a saint, Nelly always was laughing, the happiest soul without restraint. They met one night at the harbour’s mouth, colliding, for lack of … Continue reading
Perplexed, you say, pondering And I wonder what perplexities you mull upon now What confusion found though the evidence was clearly presented What contradictions cleverly wrought – in your opinion – to baffle and snaffle you What oxymorons, what tautologies, … Continue reading
Hand-axes, our first achievement While microliths marked the meso age Pottery, coiled and burnished, served neo farmers But copper and tin alloyed ushered in our worst epoch 27 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Epoch
The way he cleared the site… that was thorough The clearings sorted into piles, biodegradable and non-perishable The way he loaded the metals and plastics into the skip… that was admirable The way he constructed a bonfire, safe so the … Continue reading