Girls bringing sherbet

raise the camp fire,

blankets spread on 

the ground,

singing dead and door

tunes,

sex chorus behind

rolling orange orb

waiting for the sherbet

Wheatfields

Wheatfields

she hitched  her

shorts the cleft

appeared

and in that moment

all tides surged

today had become

brighter.

Ukrainian girl in wheat field Painting

Pavel Laponog

Ukraine

Painting, Oil on Canvas

Size: 25 W x 35 H x 1.4 D cm

Love Ukraine

2022 a pandemic is just loosening its grip and then another disease began , Russia under the looming presence of Putin , invaded Ukraine with brutal aggression a petulant psychopath wanting a reunited Soviet Union , well he can fuck off , I see on the news a beautiful people facing adversity with grace and fortitude and in my heart and prayers I think of them , and as I do I remembered there is a poem Love Ukraine by Volodymyr Sosyura that says so much and can fit for the here and now

Please offer aid to any organisation , the people of Ukraine need our love and support

Naked Orange

standing naked in the kitchen

talking on long cable

green wall phone

handset greasy

from pan fried bacon

I needed you

as we spoke

long distance

bare feet paced

on tactile floor

your voice oozed

sweet through receiver

I could see you

imagine you

black neglige

auburn hair

remaining flaccid

slapped to my thighs

as I knew

his cigarette tasting

tongue would be

caressing your neck

hands massaging

needy breasts

you will come home

shower fresh panties

and we would

cradle ourselves in love

on the couch

ACTION: How Britain’s most brutal comic laid the real ’70s bare

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AGGRO! In the long, hot summer of 1976, ACTION comic’s blood-crazed sharks, spy thugs and football yobs warped young minds across Britain. Creator Pat Mills tells JOHN NAUGHTON about the comic The Sun called the Sevenpenny Nightmare.

In the recent trend for publishing books based around specific years, no-one has yet laid claim to 1976. Like visitors strolling past a boss-eyed mongrel at Battersea Dogs’ Home, prospective authors have failed to see the appeal of a year that began with 15 people murdered in Northern Ireland before the Christmas decorations came down and continued in grindingly grim fashion with front pages dominated by endless tales of industrial aggro or Cod and Cold War stand-offs. Civil war raged in Angola and bombs exploded throughout London. Is this the MPLA, is this the IRA? Yes, on both counts, Johnny.

01 copy 2 Action’s most infamous cover, as seen in High-Rise.

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Denise Carruthers

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Denise Carruthers

breathing in voices

Judy lay silicone silent

under blanket

her submissiveness unconditional

lubricant with sleeve

my cream cockroaches

flow without conception

inception or growth

they crawl in that

cavity I adorned

colored with marker pens

to realise my own

lost to the dusk imagination

she will not play it down

as I whisper

she will listen

without utterances of condemnation

stroke her face

expression of a blonde bored

I need animatronic

never real

real is a prospect in terror

Judy is subjected

to all my pain

isolation and grief

and will never

need a coffin