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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Hastings

Grey clouds over tall black huts
Wisps caught in fishing nets
While gulls fight the wind.

Drops fall thicker, heavier,
Roiling up from the sea and down from the sky
Those black huts grow blacker.

A man cuts skate.
Hacking white slabs from the sea
As the waves rise to reclaim them.
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