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A Woman’s Choice
She peeled back her skin and saw that she was raw material for a marketing machine that would make a fortune in denying the fragile existence of a woman because she was fitted out in the wrong covering. —— Leaving her tight skin friends another floated into money by stripping out her stomach and pretending…
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Ghosts of Christmas
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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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Hope in the Darkness
Darkness invites the weary, and brightens their time, with candles and fires, with glimpses of moons, and sparkling stars. And through the darkening sky peeps the pallid sun, its silent strength grown weaker; and wearily now it warmly shines in the myriad eyes of the parcelled populace, squinting and smiling, to see and feel the…
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