Category: SSS
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7 March: for Six Sentence Story #2
Anaesthetic Always Wears Off “Look over at the door. Do you feel this?” asked the ophthalmologist, and since I thought shaking my head as a negative response was the right thing to do, rather than speaking (no, I have no clever explanation for that) … the long needle positioned down my tear duct slipped and…
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5 March: for Six Sentence Story
Sitting on a Bench Dedicated to Those Who Felt the Need to Jump There’s something about the beauty of this place, Beachy Head, that draws people in and magnifies that terrifying first rush of one more morning … one part not wanting to be in pain, one part beyond numb, one part wishing for another…
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29 February: for SSS “Nail”
9 Those numbers that perch on fences,at front doors, the number of planets, number combinationson telephone lines like worry beads. They gather in groups of leaves,in Navaratnas, in enneagrams, in graveyards, they call outtheir name in the peal of church bells. They jab at our dreams,in the circles of hell, the muses, at flocks of…
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21 February: 6SS Passing
What happens When You Fall Asleep to Music My head is filledwith the long stretched stringsof a hundred violins. And one cello whose cry hangslike a suspended thunder storm. This percussionwill beat down the Gates of Troy. Clashing, those triple brass cymbals.Those spears of flames, fierce as joy. Out of Homer, these soundspass through me…
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14 February: for 6SS
Tides Her eyeshave more and moreof the past in them.Shadowsthat cover the cold oceanwith healing indifference. She wants totake to the shifting windsand lift anchor, be washed outon a tide. Washed outacross the sandbanksin a small boat with a taut sail. It’s a picture an innocent heart might draw. And there she wouldfind herself, and…
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8 February: Not Forever but Something Still
This week’s Six Sentence Story (SSS), which calls for 6 sentences including the word game, is written in a poetic form called a Cadralor. It’s a poem of 5, unrelated, numbered stanzaic images, each of which can stand alone as a poem (in this case prose) of fewer than 10 lines, and optionally constrains all…
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24 January: Six Sentence Sunday
Diffused ‘The light is a different colour here…’ she says as if speaking to herself. She’s standing on a balcony that’s just large enough for two pairs of feet, two chairs and an iron café table that’s slowly corroding in the Côte d’Azur air. They’re sharing the view from their hotel room, sharing a bit…
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8 January: For Six Sentence Story
Careful. There’s that word again; meant to pull you up and stop you in your tracks; take stock; change your ways; a word to the wise or the unwise as the case might be. And he says, “Good god, it’s dreary outside. And I’m standing beside him at the window, taking in this man I…
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1 January: SSS “Task”
Nothing Much A few red bricks from the demolished chimney, and the curve of the driveway is all that’s left to show that a house stood here once, where every December Christmas lights hung in scallops from the iron guttering, blinking on and off all night until one of the neighbours complained that it set…
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13 December: Sunday’s Six Sentence Story
My gran had a small farm with a garden, small enough to keep a winter pantry supplied, large enough to keep her friends alive, and she had 2 goats, unnamed because as she put it, Would you name a rug or a chair – Well, no, so why would I name a goat – to…
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