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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.

Monday, 26 December 2016

Three lives

The calm of pigment leaving the brush
As all those gestures fade
Pinks and blacks predominant
Flicked and planted

Pulling a ploughed comb
Left to right
His furrowed crown
Hurtling to a standstill

The brickwork splits
Corrupted steel
Persistent flecks of mortared life
As curtains flutter in the final breeze

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