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

The Violators - Cast & Crew-175

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

img_0370Today is my wife Karen’s Birthday another year so close and special
So sweet your outer light

that makes my inward light glow

gleaming with

the shining days together

bright soul garden

dispelling those shuddering fears

today your Birthday

a reflection of how

twixt with nature you are

and how

we will celebrate

those human atoms

that make you a star

I love you

always and forever

Happy Birthday

A valid piece on a community interest

Karen Lawrence Photography

librarys closedClosing library’s

Reading, one of the most useful, mischievous, secretly rebellious of acts. I can remember from an early age going to the local library with my mum to change my books and then later with my friends to do homework and to hang out. They were always a quiet peaceful place to go and sit and read a book or magazine in. If you needed help the librarian could always be counted on to find what you were looking for. In the days pre internet that consisted of Encyclopedia Britannica and paper and pen!  Closing libraries is a fine way to keep the poor powerless, anyone could walk through those solid wooden doors and read quietly and learn. Our local library is the free custodian of local stories packed with drama and emotions and the history of where we live, filled with radical, stupid, exciting ideas all in one place…

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a common girl

with barrow came

laden with folded cloth

the queen did look

and saw but nothing

yet advisors say

it is so beautiful

befitting for a millionaire

a common girl

seamstress sew perfect

said she could make

the most wonderful gown

a gown that those

on the other side

of palace walls

would admire and say

how radiant and divine

in chamber warmed

by embers of the poor

took this cloth

about her frame

and posed in mirror

that glittered gold

she did look divine

and decided on a procession

at the gates the dedicated few

who bought the mugs

and waved the flags

and sang anthem on

brainwashed breath

had heard of this

most wondourus gown

stepping from the carriage

the people

gasped in awe and horror

some began to cry

for this gown

the seamstress sewed

was of the flesh

of poor and subjugated

histories oppression an

awful stench

pinned together

with the bones of

crushed rebellion

the cheering stopped

more tears did flow

and a little boy

called out

she must go