Tag Archives: Sunday Scribblings

A wreck in Pallava Bay

Posted on January 27, 2012 by James Steerforth

Just like a raven at the sight of a roadkill, Danujan instantly thought of the loot he might possibly get from the wreck. Try as he might, though, he could not enter without tools. He had to act fast before … Continue reading →

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Ruminations about current trends in love I

Posted on April 3, 2011 by James Steerforth

L’amour ne peut plus voyager Il a perdu son messager – Georges Moustaki Is there less love now than there used to be? Perhaps the messengers have indeed died off, as in chemical reactions where two need to react but … Continue reading →

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with the promise of a man

Posted on October 18, 2010 by James Steerforth

Harvest Did I see you down in a young girl’s town with your mother in so much pain? I was almost there at the top of the stairs with her screamin’ in the rain. Did she wake you up to … Continue reading →

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Courage

Posted on May 9, 2010 by James Steerforth

Cherish oneself, ululate release, …

Well … another enigmatic one. I wrote several acronym ‘poems’ for courage because no image arose from the word. Continue reading →

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Fugue in D minor

Posted on April 25, 2010 by James Steerforth

No surprise then that the dinner served by the rats was birdfeed. Continue reading →

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I wanna be your light

Posted on March 21, 2010 by James Steerforth

I wanna be your light
Let me be your light, I’ll light your way
Across the milky way
I wanna be your star,
Let me be your star, I’ll light your way
Across the milky way Continue reading →

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The books that changed everything

Posted on March 14, 2010 by James Steerforth

Pretty soon I started reading John Steinbeck, Ernest Hemingway, William Saroyan, Truman Capote, Upton Sinclair and many other American writers. Continue reading →

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Milestone

Posted on February 5, 2010 by James Steerforth

I felt there was nothing to be lost
by simply drifting along in these
softly bouncing waves, going under. Continue reading →

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Delicias

Posted on December 28, 2009 by James Steerforth

… something light, fairytale-like, with some sort of ironic happy ending in true unrealistic fashion. Continue reading →

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Covert

Posted on June 6, 2009 by James Steerforth

we never know / who we’re dealing with. Continue reading →

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Wasn’t born to follow

Posted on April 26, 2009 by James Steerforth

I doubt the old books, / doubt the old gods… Continue reading →

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Autumn style

Posted on October 18, 2008 by James Steerforth

My autumn style for Sunday Scribblings #133, My Style. A photo instead of text for a change.

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Ghosts

Posted on July 20, 2008 by James Steerforth

For them When we walked in there we were like a family, even though I barely knew you and had just met your daughter. The circle of friends opened as if for a family. _________________ We were apart for some … Continue reading →

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No continuation

Posted on July 7, 2008 by James Steerforth

Once again for her Our encounters are all chance, without renewal. There’s static until the off-chance occasions when we happen to hit the same wavelength. We stay on it for a designated time, set by a car distance covered or … Continue reading →

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The quitting game

Posted on May 27, 2008 by James Steerforth

Ever played the quitting game? It’s the hang-in game reversed: I quit – you quit, and there’s nothing left. It’s a fast one and works well with players of like mind. – James Steerforth For Sunday Scribblings #112.

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The T. B. blues

Posted on May 3, 2008 by James Steerforth

The day that happened I sat at my computer it’s easy to catch me there lots of times typing away, maybe poetry, maybe some other shit who knows and probably was reminded of some movie I’d never seen but heard … Continue reading →

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The future of the planet

Posted on April 27, 2008 by James Steerforth

I’ve followed Sunday Scribblings for about half a year and have always been impressed by the responses to the various prompts. However, I am absolutely amazed by the quality and pertinence of many of the contributions the current The future … Continue reading →

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Foul … from a shy pornographer

Posted on February 2, 2008 by James Steerforth

In response to Sunday Scribblings: #96 – Foul How about something a little gross? I have to admit that the inspiration for this prompt is my being in the room with a farting dog whose rump is aimed right at … Continue reading →

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