Saturday, 30 June 2007

Saturday Prompts 01 08:06

A murder of crows

A widow stands at a window

All my lovers, in alphabetical order

Anger does not arouse a chair, grief, a table

Boys with bread-pudding in the hands, kicking a can

But not the kitchen sink

Driving along the motorway

Grant me good rest tonight, Lord

How d'you get down off an elephant?

Is the soul solid, like iron?

Late afternoon shines through chinks in the barn

Laura sleeping without pants

Marie drives back and forth

The evenings dazzle

The smell of boiling jam

There will be talking of lovely things

Things will be different

What is a room if not its memories?

What we call a beginning is often an end

When a lover dies

Why do they call it ashes?

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