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There once was a turkey called Boris and he stood on his head in a forest of sycophantic imbeciles brown-tongued, benighted ne’er-do-wells who brought their New Year offerings to the turkey called Boris And he gobbled and gandered, guffawingto his followers, dizzied, unknowingthat a turkey, overstuffed and plump could never hope to tax, nor trump... Continue Reading →
The sun appearing over a thick band of grey cloud after many days is a celebration, lighting the world in glory. A welcome sight on the eve of New Year's Eve. We should take the time to celebrate all the golden moments, which pass so quickly, yet live within. The true magic of Christmas resides... Continue Reading →
They were given many names, like 'witch,' or 'bitch,' or 'whore.' I dress in their stories, patterned and purple as night, like the bruises they wore: these troublesome women who always wanted more. Why wouldn't they just accept their position as subordinate, as Adam's rib, as The Lord commanded it? So the men would ask.... Continue Reading →
Once upon a timethere was a diesel and a steamychuffing down the tracks:the diesel was oilingand the steamy was chuffing and puffingbut then he stopped and did his breaksbut the diesel didn’tso he crashed!Then the rescue car cameand rescued all the people! A poem by Ollie, aged 4! I am delighted to say that my... Continue Reading →
The mountains were wild forms, or monstrous shapeswhich towered above the moonlit lakeside roadforeign to me as the stars abovewhich were obscured by streetlights in my town.How I feared those dark foreboding heights!And even in the day, the scree could sendyou tumbling down the hillside like a doll:it was enough to keep me for a... Continue Reading →
He picks up the bottle, pours out of it a stream of bitter and slanderous lies. I stand for truth: I am bombarded, yet I stand, embattled, battle-hardened. The tirade of abuse hits like a hurricane, but my limbs are seasoned timber: I have weathered many storms. Where there is hatred, let me bring love…... Continue Reading →
Gossping, gathering teeth and lips chatteringwitchlike they whisperwhile watching, and gossiping wait for some dread new scandal,some news they can handlewhile witchlike they cackleand curse, spreading rumour and hate. It’s not just the women,the men play their hand inthis murderous gossip and gallop to town with the news: 'Old so-and-so’s flounderedhis morals have foundered!'Like demons they demonstrate they... Continue Reading →
Tracing the origins of human hatewe wonder if this desperate stateis bloodborne If our desire to hurt and maim,outsiders who are not the sameis bloodlust sparked within when we are bornfrom mother’s womb we’re cut or tornin bloodbath. To trace such origins of gallwe need our wits and wherewithal:a bloodhound who alone can tracea spark... Continue Reading →
For all the blessings of my lifeI’m truly grateful: for my children, hopes and dreams,my family For the light of day, the stars at nighta place of shelter, food to eatI’m grateful .For my alternating health and illness teaching me so much about myself I’m grateful. For more than two years of sobriety, for getting my kicks naturally I’m grateful.For all the... Continue Reading →
I’ve been doing a lot of suffering lately though I often hear it saidlife couldor shouldbe fun‘Shouldawouldacoulda’that’s what I say:beautiful suffering that’s the life for me;the artists way. Beautiful suffering,like dying sunlight raysover the mountains;like the break of daywhich almost splits itself apart with yearning,but what’s sweeter than thatbeautiful suffering when you bleedinto the pageand make it sing?... Continue Reading →
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