Tag Archives: Totally Optional Prompts

Oh celery

… celery intruded by means of untraceable association. Continue reading

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A look around, departure & let loose poem

so foregoing the white floc and only taking a sip from the
white armagnac that had come by post from that
part of France in a small bottle labeled “eau de
muses” to prevent any kind of customs troubles Continue reading

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Fleeting memory

A sleeting splash grazing the side window – a blur of car rushing by – James Steerforth ( © 2008 ) For One Single Impression’s Fleeting. Also a free contribution to Totally Optional Prompts.

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Elegy on August Sunday

For A. It’s Sunday morning and speechless apart from the dog I already took on a walk and reprimanded to speed up a few times While I felt free to stop here and there to pick the ripest berries To … Continue reading

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Culinary delight

“That tastes like deep-fried gravel!” I complained and was thrown out. It had been “nid d’hirondelle sur lit de roses” on the menu. Not a trace of bed or rose. But that wonderful gravelly feeling on teeth and tongue – … Continue reading

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My heart, my heart

My heart, my heart don’t lie to me as you’ve done in the past Or maybe you didn’t lie to me – you heard a song and misunderstood the words – James Steerforth For Totally Optional Prompts. The prompt ‘reflections … Continue reading

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Tender children of the hurricane

Clad in violet, Rodrigo murmurs of the blue hammer, and how it, unbridled, and with precise swiftness, pulses, so that all butterflies fly up, a brightly colored powder cloud. And Natasha opens her beet-red mouth and lark throat, and cries … Continue reading

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