Sudden Prose: Prose Poetry and Short-Short Stories

Three Young Surrealist Women Holding in their Arms  the Skins of an Orchestra – Dalí, 1936     Having always used her music as an inst...

A Thursday Attendant circumstances: the sun and the moon, in that order. Running home, no reason to think the house would not be as we’d l...

I Was Trying to Make Peace with My Past,   but my past was making it very difficult. Every time I would go to shake its hand, it put thumb t...

 Object Poem We do not write about the object--we write about the shadow it casts or the reflection it throws back at us. We talk about the ...

What Death Said Here the wind is too subtle, too unseen. Even the dew on the grass is safe, the ant's straight line over the slate and t...

  Early Retirement After many years abroad, I moved to a small village in Cornwall. The locals immediately took to me because I seemed forei...

Volunteer We were all in a large tent. Sitting at untidily laid-out trestle tables, we had to sort out hundreds of letters, stick labels wit...