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It is true, I hear, in America, I fear, that in certain States there is a push to teach “Creationism” in schools. Some say, "Oh, No!"; I say, "Yes, Yes". It bends the defines of ...

There are bells around my ankles So you can hear the sound. I trace a line in the cheek of a dead man That was begging to be found. One step is for his ...

The world says we are strangers But I’m really not so sure. The example left by my ancestors Left us feeling a bit insecure. A cross hung up on a grave I kneel upon the ...

Falling rain keeps me from thinking. I try to separate the past. Forgiveness comes in waves of hate I tell them they can kiss my ass. Forlorn, I walk down the road alone To fight ...

She sat in a doorway watching life pass her by, She wore a smile but wanted to cry. She had lost her child, her husband and home, Now she was living life all ...

If you said I was as beautiful as this flower I’ve plucked from the earth to kill, Would you think I was a monster? Or amazingly beautiful still? I haven’t the patience for infinity I ...

A feather plucked from the tree of hope Left me wondering about the past. Do I live within the circumstances Or forgive them at last? I put the feather in my pocket Took a very ...

I began running from the wind Then decided I would fly. Took the truth from a man But he would rather lie. Fell in love with a martyr That didn’t know how to trust. I smelled ...

I would chase rainbows In the dark. Run from a storm, Hide in a park. I’d cry tears Until I died. Fall off a cliff, Until I flied. Walk over coals If it would help. Swim to Mars, To find kelp. Force ...

Heaven? Hell? I believe, not No hollow shell this ingot Opportunity Gold Call it Life Neither bought nor sold Fair share of strife Balance on tightrope Optimism and pain Despair and hope So much to gain Live for today Cherish the past Future will ...

What is History without Myth, Myth without Poetry? We see what we see, we understand what we can. We hypothesise, fantasise on what might have been - even those who report to have seen, their accounts are ...

M.E. Corey Brown, who is writing a series of fantasy novels, says, "Storytelling is one of my greatest pleasures."             When, at age 10, she had devoured all the books in ...

I am eleven today. Yesterday I was only ten but today is my birthday, and I will be eleven years of age. Mum said that I’ll be entering another, life-stage.               ...

Viscous and thermal in design Black in temper and form. Shadowed by a vicious attack Spawned out of the storm.   The aftermath was freedom But forsaken she didn’t believe. She thought she could trust the man But ...

Have you ever seen a drifter That knew exactly where he was going? Looked at a photograph But didn’t know what it was showing? Fallen desperately in love To find out it was wrong? Taken a ...

We are strangers, you and I, We might meet at the door. Did you pause, let me pass by? Doesn't happen much, any more. I have done them all, big and small, from North to ...

War, Poverty, War and Poverty: War is Poverty, Poverty, a weapon of War, of Mass Control; vested interests, bloated stomachs: too much, too little. Poverty, War: Poverty is an act of War; created and maintained to serve the self-selected Few. War, defence ...

“The Bitch has to go!” You angrily proclaim. “The Bitch MUST go, only one of us must remain.” “The Bitch (as you so phrase) stays!”, I angrily say. “That Bitch, my Mistress has long helped me ...

I am watching, waiting for what, or who: Godot? How time flies. Frustrating that so much had passed, so little has been achieved, or am I mistaken? Can’t see the woods for the trees? How can ...

Erotica is a gainful legitimate form of Art and human expression; it does it carries within it, at heart, the seeds of it’s own demise. I detest the term “porn”; it is lazy, disdainful and ill informed. Call ...

It never happened. It’s only a dream, a nightmare. I will wake up, stifle a scream. 27 years is a drop in eternity. It’s nearly half my life: to live with a woman; a friend, a lover, ...

An event advertised as: The Selling Of The Written Word.   Scene:             We are at the lecture and speech of the self-professed best-selling author NQTTT, also known Mr Thinks He Knows It ...

Part One (Thursday Evening) The elements are here: music, cigarette smoke and alcohol; the population is transitory, the conversation desultory; the mirrors on the wall give reflections of the bar, transposing the customers' faces ...

“The genuine article!” How many times have you heard the phrase? Images of perfection cloud your brain? A derisive laugh? A sneering “oh, yeah!”. Words mean nothing! Just a distraction. “The genuine article”, deserves ...