Despite four days out this month, steadily getting the work done.
Sick last night so failed to join the CiN Practice but managed a story and a poem yesterday (over 2K)
Some Prompts for Wednesday
From the very first coming down
RANCID
Taller today, we remember similar evenings
POLISH
Down at the mill, a hammering
TEXT
The string's excitement, the applauding drum
The Dog, Spot
The church-clock's yellow face, the green sea-light
FEAR
his black eyes hold his dreams; he has left
SHAMROCK SOUP
sunlight upon a sail, the snap of wind
No Bother
The poet and the revolutionary
WALLS
as the stained stones kissed by English dead
Hiccup
The bus comes swinging in, doors open
OK?
When I consider how my light is spent
Possible, Probable
a flame within us, something swift and tall
If you explain to me, exactly why I can't
when I was a connisseuse of slugs
he married Kate Maloney in the year of his death
I think continually of those who were great
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