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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.

Thursday, 18 August 2016

Sunday Morning

I watch through the window pigeons pass
The ghost of a reflection fading fast
A tile slip in slow motion on Dianne's roof
The spider's spiralling search for truth
The strengthening sunlight warming the bed
The flop of the paperboy's heavy tread
Waking and falling
Rising and snoring
The nonchalant chaos
Of a Sunday morning.
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