Wednesday, 7 December 2016

short forms 7th December 2016

older
Chloe returns
meets up with her old flame
the cannabis dealer from school.
Deadhead.


© Rachel Green 2016

last red apple
at the very top of the tree
a magpie


© Rachel Green 2016

errant girl
returns to her heroin
suicidal
everything in her life
reduced to ashes


© Rachel Green 2016

writing
for pleasure and profit
doesn't mean novels

the only money
is in producing copy
for advertising brands

love your work, darling


© Rachel Green 2016

reading literary greats. She tries harder.

© Rachel Green 2016

Tuesday, 6 December 2016

short forms 6th December 2016

grown up
Laverstone bound
her father's wedding gift
on the back seat of the prius
Shotgun


© Rachel Green 2016

night fog
the stillness of the air
muted voices


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memories
driving home to Wolverhampton
in the early hours
the fog so heavy
my head out the window


© Rachel Green 2016

morning hunger
I double my breakfast
calorie guilt

not just a banana
but a conference pear
gleefully consumed

fat bastard, me


© Rachel Green 2016

over her belt. rolls of fat

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Monday, 5 December 2016

short forms 5th December 2016

Dad's death
unexpected
technicolour glory
the spire of his latest building
piercing


© Rachel Green 2016

yellow leaves
hanging from the silver birch
frozen hearts


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garden clearing
my hands ripped to pieces
by roses
ancient honeysuckle
pulled up and burned


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annual card
cut with stencils
painted prototype

the seal of DK's approval
a cheesy, christmassy image
suitable for family

I still prefer the Baphomet design


© Rachel Green 2016

Windowsill. strips of wallpaper. Flocking cat.

© Rachel Green 2016

Sunday, 4 December 2016

short forms 4th December 2016

pictures
of funerals
she collects mementos
of the people she watched buried
Smile, please


© Rachel Green 2016

pink-tinged clouds
above the layer of frost
rosemary flowers


© Rachel Green 2016

clearing up
so much stuff in the loft
(mostly mine)
martial arts gear and
art supplies


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despair
at ever becoming
a good writer

her heroes are so much better
she wonders what's the point
of even trying?

One more novel?


© Rachel Green 2016

her heroes are all long dead

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Saturday, 3 December 2016

short forms 3rd December 2016

starting
in the middle
the death of her brother
from her selfishness over her
mum's change


© Rachel Green 2016

radial wires
from a telegraph pole
seven solitary sparrows


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endless emails
from a woman who wants to buy
my old mandolin
The day she's due to buy it
"Sorry, found another one"


© Rachel Green 2016

literary fiction
makes me wish
I was a better writer

The Chloe book
will get another rewrite
a more serious note

"try to be more descriptive, bitch"


© Rachel Green 2016

She tries to be better. Fails.

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Short Forms 2nd December 2016

novel
ends in collapse
I don't want to write it
I'd rather write literary
stories


© Rachel Green 2016

grey morning
a crow checks a chip wrapper
a knot of sparrows


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number 2A bus
trundles past the house
misted windows
at the bus stop opposite
a truanting child


© Rachel Green 2016

unpublished
my better novels
modern issues

a post Brexit world
where a woman is persecuted
for her tiny penis

No funding for transfolk


© Rachel Green 2016

Watery blue eyes. She looks old.

© Rachel Green 2016

Short Forms 1st December 2016

her dad
has a secret
he can't tell anyone
not even his daughter, the fruit
of love



© Rachel Green 2016


silvered
beautiful frost-bitten clouds
obscured by rain



© Rachel Green 2016

Larry
transpecies boi
mounted on the toilet wall
s/he still holds hir doll
for intimate inspection



© Rachel Green 2016


wanted
new plot twist for Chloe
There's something at the back of my mind
tickling, tickling
her parents were siblings
immigration fraud
Incest



© Rachel Green 2016


my terror over hurting someone else


© Rachel Green 2016