Inspiration point (IP)
This week's Inspiration Point is to write about a smell, an aroma. Good ones, bad ones, indifferent ones, I look forward to reading about them.
Inspiration point
My little Indian in Summer (I.P.)
The departure lounge is packed with frustrated travellers anxiously checking watches as giant screens scroll out details of flight delays and changes...
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Another shade of grey (I.P.)
Behind the high sand dunes that circle the bay, grey-green tufts of Marram grass conceal the approach of bloated rain filled clouds drifting slowly...
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You have seen nothing yet (I.P.)
"The real problem is, I can't sleep at night anymore." The President stares at the trampled grass under his shoes. Then he moves his badly shaven...
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Waiting for Treacle Tart
Matron secured herself into her apron. She took the hand-made card her children had presented her with that morning from her bag and slipped it into...
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Apples, Pears and Treacle Tart (I.P)
An experimental poem using Cockney rhyming slang.
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