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Bridget and the ‘Black Help’ –
Bridget has a urine wash, the bladder blows, wet saddle-sore setting-in, coarse vaginal lips turning crisp red L.A. lives with her, she was the Irish-named ‘Top-Man’ once, the hated and evaluated ‘Bridget The Great’, smelling corporate dinners, gymnast hands balancing … Continue reading
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Tagged corporate world, Cross, freestyle, God, Golgotha, Heaven, Ireland, Jesus, L.A., poetry, prose, race, racism, religion, Saint, Stephen Hawking, USA, W.C. Fields
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A Roman story –
Roman Emperors, bidding, biting slaves, and gracious problems, looking sideways into a far distance, seeing through dark crevice guards, perils of the abstract collective before medieval scribes popularised Carta for Noblemen, House, and retinue. Romanising words, the story of brave … Continue reading
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Tagged Christianity, freestyle, God, Greek Mythology, history, Jesus, medieval, poetry, politics, power, prose, Roman Empire, Rome
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Slum – A hole in a slum, green foliage dreams, washed people away, dogs and more dogs, …
A hole in a slum, green foliage dreams, washed people away, dogs and more dogs, where we were then – ‘built upon ancient vermin for the new upright four-limbed vermin.’ Scabies across our bodies, and no doctor painted us white for … Continue reading
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Tagged dead, death, equal rights for women, factory owners, family, feminism, God, Jesus, loneliness, love, nineteenth century, pauper, pauper's grave, poetry, prose, sister and brother, steel works, tramps, Victorian age, woman
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That Man Jesus – Then, one of the Twelve to be, I watched his ‘tricks’, I watched our new ‘magician’…
Then, one of the Twelve to be, I watched his ‘tricks’, I watched our new ‘magician’, thought he was skating on thin ice that day, he was walking on water, in the end, he was skating on thin ice. A … Continue reading
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