Tag Archives: Totally Optional Prompts

Oh celery

Posted on October 24, 2009 by

… celery intruded by means of untraceable association. Continue reading →

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A look around, departure & let loose poem

Posted on February 1, 2009 by

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

Posted on September 29, 2008 by

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

Posted on August 10, 2008 by

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

Posted on August 1, 2008 by

“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

Posted on June 13, 2008 by

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

Posted on June 5, 2008 by

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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