Originally posted here.
Another year’s half marathon come and gone. As I often point out, I prefer to do the half marathon because I like to sleep; consequently doing the full 24-hour marathon simply wouldn’t work for me, as it would take me at least a couple of days to get back to normal. Continue reading
My Hour 12 poem—and that’s a wrap. The prompt was to do an erasure poem, so I went to the photograph I’d taken a few weeks back of p. 143 from Cosey Fanni Tutti’s art sex music (Faber & Faber, 2017):
My Hour 11 poem. The prompt was to write a poem in the form of a letter to a past self. I knew exactly which one to pick…
My Hour 10 poem. The prompt was to use at least five of the following words:
canteen – dock – fir – hush – moonbeam – shelf – damn – coffee – concrete – fog
My Hour 9 poem.
My Hour 8 poem.
My Hour 7 poem. Inspired by this piece of music I recorded back in March:
My Hour 6 poem. Back on track. Continue reading
My Hour 5 poem. I had to go back to my journals for this one. Continue reading
My Hour 4 poem, based on a photograph by Jake Allison. This one took a little longer… Continue reading
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