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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.

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

End of an Evening

A packet of biscuits, coffee and wine
Bag shouldered and on her way
Spoils of another night
Door left open a needle's length
Scabs reformed and picked away.
A black cab throttles past
A lamp post winks the night goodbye
And foragers fill the air with wings.
She stands at the corner of Methen Street
Fingers spidered around an iron ring.
There is only one route to follow now.
She sets her heel to the dusty road
And pulls her woollen hat down low.
The city cats prick up their ears.
The leopard is awake.
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