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Beneath the water lived a nymph, beautiful as A flower- if you like women with petals Growing from out of their face And lips adorned with myriad metals Moving silently with infinite grace. Fishermen who

My mother sowed seeds from dawn until dusk My father kept sheep- My brother tended pigs in his backyard- They all attended church every Sunday. My sister was a whore. All had busted backs when they were

Dressed in black, dark eyes amused She strolls into a room With the specialised tread Of a femme fatale, Tossing her streaming hair in arrogant joy. Her perfect body Contains the calm and unexpected force

Published 27/9/15. A dark tale in an unknown land. Darkness quietly slides into the room As the sun falls away Each object covered in paralyzing gloom By the end of the day. Within its crumbling confines,

Riding by the upturned glen forever chaste she rarely stopped for gasping men wan and waste but riding and ridden she flew into the trees seductively bidden parted her knees and enveloped by sighs she

Walking over the moor on a sunny day, the wind at my back, I saw before me a woman over-burdened by a voluminous rucksack She trudged along face against the wind Reached a gulley filled with bramble bushes

By Garpal stream the young men came! Decades before the flood On Garpal field they started the game Quenching the grass with blood. Down by the hill, near the copse, they lie, The first to score was the

A terrible noise rising and falling Cutting through the wind. It was a Bad day. Only after war has eviserated All splendour are there Such days. In the valley, between tree stubs, were The bodies of long

Crystallising thin white light Decked with ancient portraits, The air heavy with dust. Beneath the glittering floorboards Rodents scurried, smelling out crumbs. This was where The old man walked at the

She noticed the basking shark was wounded, weeping vaginal blood. The tall man in a fedora whispered as he passed. Whipped by exploratory waves, she blushed. The horizon was a hazy green line dipped in

I watched the fox, rat held firmly in its jaw, Trot across the street, lithely avoiding the cars, Ears pricked up. It slithered under a fence and weaved through the undergrowth, Not once acknowledging

The raven strutted into view- Dissembling crows Peered from the tangled grass lashed Into solemn silence. The raven assumed a coal-black authority Driven by its coal-black soul. Its beak stabbed out

The Day the Toilet Broke It was the day the toilet broke, the day the bank was robbed when my wife walked out, suitcase in hand. Her head blown off on the pavement in the gunfire between bank robbers and

Mutual embrace severed Out of politeness, leg Removed from leg we pulled Apart desiring separation In the afterglow. An affair just begun Is like a morning After a night of rain, the Sun sliding through