They politely exercise their prero -gatives by sitting on our beds when we crack open an urgent eye to begin the day. They come to us in each piece of wrapping paper and gift, the stockings on the mantelpiece breaking open wounds and joys and hurts and crazy memories of floundering ———— in… Continue reading Ghosts of Christmas
Month: December 2020
White Supremacy
Its competitiveness that daunts the faint hearted, bullied into a dark place where submission is heroic and the soul crushed by their insistence and persistence pushing them further into the darkness. Then, white skinned see only their own worth and break down the barriers of investment port folios and grab at the next chance to … Continue reading White Supremacy
The Shepherds
Did the star, so bright, kill the night? The baby silent in submission to the hands of unloved men and women? Did angels hover and sing so sweetly? Filling the sky with their susurration, articulating the glory of an organic God? ================================ Did Mary know that the sweat, pain and agony of giving birth; was… Continue reading The Shepherds
A Letter to Santa
I’ve written my letter and sent you my note, he’s bound to see just what I wrote, its not a lot but I’m sure he’ll see that all these things are not for me. ============= Dear Santa, please may I have a big box of peace, homes and hope along with my socks, a jigsaw… Continue reading A Letter to Santa
Oh the Children!
I was a hiding again in the cupboard, they had started again and the grinding hatred was spat out in words and then he hit her, over and over. I heard her moans and then screams and then all went silent and I’d wet myself again. ================ I stayed still and silent hoping that he… Continue reading Oh the Children!
The Consolation of Waiting
Waiting in the sun breathed stone, the candle flame flickering in the breath of the minds that flew to realms unmet, unknown. Fear filled my heart as I watched the glow of light illuminating the darkness within me. ======================== I saw those things, I hide from others, as stark and grasping. Their noisy voices overwhelmed… Continue reading The Consolation of Waiting
Money for Mates
They strut across the living stage, gambling and grabbing their dues knowing no one will knock them down. ============ Each malicious intention formulated, breaking laws and procedures, wearing smiles for the media, while back-handing ================ their mountebank mates with contracts, and bank balances while the hammered poor stare, starv and beg for crumbs. ============== Why… Continue reading Money for Mates