I have been finding new ways forward with various kinds of prose poetry. My new manuscript in progress, Dream Dust, is a mix of fables, serial poetry, microfictions, flash non-fiction. Maybe I’ll throw in a few flash plays.
Here is a fable/prose poem. It is about Granny Winegums. American flop houses, bog butter on wheat toast, the Giant’s Causeway. It is partly true. Partly fiction.
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