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They met in the aisle between the lentils and the tomato puree. It was a chance encounter; nothing had been planned...
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They met in the aisle between the lentils and the tomato puree. It was a chance encounter; nothing had been planned...
To read the complete story, go to Ink Sweat and Tears.
Hi Andrew. As I said on Twitter, I really like this, but I wonder about that final line. The feeling of the whole prose poem is that akin to magic, but I was jolted away from that when I read 'They were shopping for lunch things.' It seemed too ordinary for what came before. Perhaps that was the point. Other than that, it really drew me in. I wasn't surprised to find out you hail from Scotland. I'm continually being drawn back to the Scottish poets. I'm really a lot of Norman MacCaig at the moment. Can't imagine us English would fair too well in a battle of words with the Scots! You clearly continue that tradition of fine Scottish writing. Great work!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tom. Not sure about the term 'prose poem'. To me it's just a story. I'm no poet.
ReplyDeleteAgreed - 'prose poem' is a bit of a silly term. What I mean is a piece of prose with poetry running through it. Have you come across William Letford? He's a Scottish roofer but writes some wonderful poetry. His best stuff comes in a similar format to yours: short but very well-written pieces.
ReplyDeleteAgain, thanks, Tom. Yes, I've heard William Letford reading his poems on Youtube. He's part of an extremely vibrant poetry scene in Scotland at the moment. I've been lucky having so many short pieces published at Ink Sweat and Tears, but my stories are usually in the 1500 - 3000 word range. Here's one.
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Hi Andrew. I really liked that one. The start reminded me of the poem 'Very Late, But Not Too Late' by James Tate. I think you'd really like that. It's similar to your voice and style of writing. I loved the line towards the end: "She was smiling, beautiful, in the way only a stranger can be beautiful..." I thought the last line was a bit too vague again, but what the hell do I know. I've not yet written anything even close to as good as this. Please link another one of your personal favourites. I'd like to continue reading.
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