Harlots and Heretics ‘Understand me now!’ she cried,As in the ducking stool she writhed and twisted and tore her skin on God’s own rope.For was…
From poetry to prose and everything in between
Month: September 2019
They Are But The Breathing Dead Order of the Rose, Order of the Night I shall not sleep. I shall not dream ere I see…
I don’t want to kill you with kindness,
I’d rather use poison instead,
Or a gun or a knife would be almost as nice,
Just as long as you ended up dead!
Business Show There’s got to be a better way Of earning cash than this! A three hour drive, at half past five Is just taking…