Monday, 20 January 2014

Mindful Writing 20 - Laundry

The odd shape of soft
lemon wool,
bulky above sleek
layers of acrylic;
black interspersed with
tempered blue.

Picture credit: Alvimann

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This is part of the small stones writing challenge
The art of paying attention

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Sunday, 19 January 2014

Mindful Writing 19 - Duvet Day


early rays of
sunlight as
pale as the moon,
cool as the air on my
nose;
warm duvet covering
my lips.
 
Photo credit: Seamann
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This is part of the small stones writing challenge
The art of paying attention

Image source: http://www.morguefile.com/

Saturday, 18 January 2014

Mindful Writing 18 - They fit


canvas bag pressing sharply
on my right shoulder
blade,
soiled pink buggy jammed
into backside, baby shrieks
drumming inside my skull,
but this; the boot.
Chocolate brown, zip
up the side,
and soft leather pressing against
naked calf. A perfect fit.

Photo credit: Muyral

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This is part of the small stones writing challenge
The art of paying attention

Image source: http://www.morguefile.com/

Friday, 17 January 2014

Mindful Writing 17 - Yellow brick road

a river of fire,
leading down from the
dormant grey
chimney; the windy snakeskin glare
reflecting the sun in scar
tissue. left from internet cables
replaced years ago;
fringed in water. shimmering
blinding gold

until the moment the dew heavy clouds
draw in: the new patchwork tarmac, red and black,
Adder sharp, grows to replace the glare;
I find my keys

Photo credit: K Connors

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This is part of the small stones writing challenge
The art of paying attention

Image source: http://www.morguefile.com/

Thursday, 16 January 2014

Mindful Writing 16 - Disco Mystery

Yellow, blue, green,
white, pink, purple
repeat

like every other dark
afternoon inside the single
story extension. Perched on the
back of the ex-council house
next door

Yellow, blue, green,
white, pink, purple
repeat

lights flash in succession
through the window of the single story
extension
and the spaces in the arm of the tree
next door

Photo credit: monosodium

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This is part of the small stones writing challenge
The art of paying attention

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Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Mindful Writing 15 - The Canvas

Magpies streak like
comets across a stained canvas;
blue stains leak through where
splayed Ash branches
grab the sky.
Beneath the framed image, the
burning radiator
gurgles:
white hot
Photo credit: cohdra


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This is part of the small stones writing challenge

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Stagetime 2015 - East 15 Playwriting Competition

East 15 Acting School is looking to produce a new writing play as part of their series of BA Acting final year performances in May/June next year. This play will be performed a minimum of two times at a London theatre during the summer 2015 term by a company of final year BA Acting students.

Credit: M Connors


For more details see their website here: http://www.ideastap.com/Opportunities/Brief/Stagetime-2015-East-15-Playwriting-Competition-300414#Overview

Best of luck!


Mindful Writing 14 - Send

The light burns, blank
hard white. Above the 
heat mirage the screen
shivers;
The beetle-black box beside
me sighs.
My finger pauses over the
words. I roll my eyes
across the wastelands to the
blinking line.
Watch it select, hesitate
- “send”

Photo credit: kolobsek
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This is part of the small stones writing challenge
The art of paying attention

Monday, 13 January 2014

Mindful Writing 13 - 3:15 in the afternoon

The circle is squared; thick

brown rectangular trapping

static lines. The red line

pauses; an

eternity for each second. 

Parallel bars lined in thick

black ink rest on the number

three. The meaning crushed 

beneath the weight

of waiting

Straight lines;

seldom straight forward.

Photo credit: Darnok

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This is part of the small stones writing challenge

Sunday, 12 January 2014

Mindful Writing 12 - Morris Dancers

Dim light filters from green and beige jellyfish lights; a venue without a gig. Dust rising from disturbed cabling and plastic blinds shine and shimmer in the rays. Concentration sealed with sweat on the brow; the men dance. Sticks bound with masking tape raise din triumph in the air. The new man watches, counts and jumps while standing; he is cold beneath his black beanie, munching on dry roasted peanuts. The accordionist plays on.


Disclaimer: Morris Men dance with bigger sticks

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This is part of the small stones writing challenge
Taking a moment of the day to notice what is happening

Saturday, 11 January 2014

Mindful Writing challenge 11 - Travel


Above the hardback copies works of Paul Theroux
sitting neatly in the high gun-metal shelves of the Travel
section; through the lattice work of the 1930s
window, into the bright blue skies above
white-washed walls
steals the promise of the morning

Photo credit: Clarita

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This is part of the small stones writing challenge

Friday, 10 January 2014

Mindful writing challenge 10 - Prestige Laundry

White plastic bags, full beyond
brimming, filled some more;
lined up in front of the window. A woman
walks past, alone, from her dryer to the
wooden bench with an empty hand.
Her laundry spins.

Photo credit: Taliesin


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This is part of the small stones writing challenge

Thursday, 9 January 2014

Mindful writing challenge 9 - White Wall

The white wall has always been there, her face refreshed this July past between showers. The fierce sun throws shadows behind the small plastic brown pots, with squat green soft round leaves. Above the lid of the wall, one brick thick lengthways, two strips of wood carefully nailed in, the strips are almost but not quite linear. The lines of nails facing upwards have rusted, showers of copper dust scattered at their feet like confetti. The bright sun ends halfway in the wall; in the shadow cast by the house, a solitary black lantern swings in the breeze.

Photo credit: Antelligent


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This is part of the small stones writing challenge

Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Mindful Writing challenge 8 - candy stripes



Photo credit: Alvimann 
The window is black and bare, chocolate brown curtains shoved to the sides. Before the window, laying plain on a blue plate on the bare grey table lies the high spot of the day. Chips, beautiful golden yellow and full of innocent promise like a freshly boiled egg. I pick one up, a thick chip, the edge is highlighted in a single line, suntanned crispy and brown. The heat permeates my fingers, the edges crisp and hot against my chapped lips. The inside yields soft creamy starch. Something missing....? Cold tomato ketchup spurts easily out of the plastic bottle, transforming golden chips into candy cane brightness.

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This is part of the small stones writing challenge - run by the lovely Satya Robin. I met Satya at an Arvon foundation writing course some years ago. I remember her kindness. Just simple things, really. Those little details make all the difference.

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Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Mindful Writing Challenge 7 - Latte

The Rawwwcccccchhhhht white froth rises to the height of the white mug. Next is the espresso; plastic tub emptied out, new smaller one placed carefully with a prayer that the new fancy machine, courtesy of Santa, does not break so early in the new year. But Oh - that smell! The freshly split beans spill their moist earthiness through the office.  The froth topples precariously, a single chocolate cherry dot on top. I swoop in; suck the falling bubbles from the side. Creamy sweetness on my tongue, a barbershop quartet of warm laughter gusts across the wooden floor; bliss.

Photo credit: Alvimann


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Want to take part in the small stones writing challenge? There is still time. No, you don't have to be a writer. Just pay attention for a few minutes, and write it down.
See the details here: Small stones writing challenge
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