Coughing out the lightness in

smoke and spiral motes of dust

mutable bed and our body acquisitions

cuttlefish ass damp from before

if I was not so ignorant

i would feel again

the tapestry of tattoos on her flank

precise inks more trustworthy

than my cock of threat

in denial and veiled seduction

pressed against her

the hum of bee air conditioning

positioning for me with rump pressure

she felt I could make her sparkle and shine

instead that tremored gasp

returning to her back

looking with a certain knowing

that I was a flake

who would leave and  betray

adding to that pile of detritus

and awful decay that was her life

they told me about the garden of love

which I knew never existed

just like the dew settles

a feeling came over me

reaching touching feathery leaves

someone lurked in the darkness

a glimpse a furtive shadow

i needed to draw out of the gloom

no fee to be paid

as wallet forgotten

my fingers picked a rose

holding it aloft to the sun

shadow emerged reaching also

for the rose

sunlit face exquisite beauty

naked radiance for me to see

entranced entwined enthralled

in a boiling swell of passion

i was consumed

infused with the flowers and trees

the garden in this garden

i would remain

many stories can be untold

but this one cannot

i belong to that once furtive figure

no more in the density of foliage

but with me

together as one

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Together always

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An Irish film that looks to be very good and one to watch

One to watch you can view it in many locations and is filmed in Birkenhead up the road from where I live

Girls On Film

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Not knowing what to expect when I walked into Birds Eye View Film Festival’s screening of Helen Walsh’s THE VIOLATORS last year – having never heard of this novellist-turned-director before – I was lucky enough to have one of those cinematic moments that stay with you forever. I fully admit to not being able to have dispelled the memory of this film from my mind since.

Situated in the barren so-called ‘wasteland of Liverpool, where Walsh grew up, THE VIOLATORS is as much a ghost story as a coming of age one. It is an environment teeming with the threat of decay that Shelly (Lauren McQueen) lives within, trying to simultaneously play mother to her little brother and reckless teenager discovering her sexuality. This mature-yet-immature, maternal-yet-vulnerable tension influences much of the film’s story, peaking in the meeting of the opportunist Mikey (Stephen Lord) who threatens to dig up the past for Shelly…

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sweet seminole land
lost to those who came
a fallen Orlando Reeves
left only his given name
to what becomes
a city of attractions
and life
pulse pulse pulse
history now bound and woven
to pages of dusty books
to a place where love can shine
or so we thought
that lone gunman
with whatever hatred came
pulse pulse pulse
a beat a rhythm
where lovers dance and kiss
hatred spread its dense fog
leaving many fallen
ones we will not forget
and share our hearts throuhgout
pulse pulse pulse
hard sugar stars
affixed in the firmament
lighting with their pride
our every day

Residents of San Francisco and the Bay Area lay flowers