Back in the barn — Frozen mind — when all that jive just doesn’t want to sink in — cut cured cranium — open in wounds, no hold onto pain — I can take anything and with my love for needles we could say I like it — surreptitious salient silent seeping blood my lips…

Wednesday prompt: take what you want — There was a time my head moved — it altered like the shifting of concrete layering the foundation. Neurotransmitters burnt into wireless chemical compounds bouncing to and fro. Cranium bleeds common not an aneurysm more like the bloody soul destroyed by too many ignored pleas for help. In the end…

Elegy — Standing on the edge of the pier — standing on something — near-positive rays crunching careering close to the edge — negative ban tv showing shining through the window — open shop shut for business— I closed down a few years ago — nobody came for tea — my eyes…

What to do.. — We were laughing and having a good time; hanging out, doing the usual. …

Prompt: Hunted Brushwood brambles bushland; duff and the O horizon..this detritus spreads itself cooly covering coppice, copse, bracken and weeds. Ouch my foot gets tangled in a tree’s limbs snare. I pull it out: blood over the bare skin rare. It’s dusk. Shadows play with the remaining light but my…

Prompt: how have words written you — For years they have drawn epistles, narrative cannonballs, dispatched correspondence and reprints notable for their passion over my skin. Under the flesh. Across the belly and in my cranium. Asking for a pencil, I take it seriously. Knowing you wrote all the best lines, descriptive, expository, essay and prose before…

Prose by the pound — Short-sighted you are the antithesis of my budding rhapsodist, clapping stomping growling why don’t you count to ten then find me I am the ghost of strategists operatives all over, causing displacement of self and others who have the right to ask Prose for the bolshie, the underwater camera to…