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      House of Corpses (Preview)

      My name is Billy Bedoe, and in the sweltering summer of 1969, I encountered the devil incarnate. Her name was Jolie Wheeler, who was 57 years old at the time, and what we nowadays know as a psychopath. I...

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      The Hut LIVE

      The Hut lies beyond the auld groin. The rotting sea timbers: barnacled planks, shrivelled posts, cut a shadowy black swathe through the estuarial slime. It is dusk. The man-sucking, gooey, grey fermenting morass of ragworm-infested mud flats stretches as...

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      My Obsession

      Shall I tell you a story or keep it in a poem Shall I tell you a story or take you home   Some verses are hidden secrets that should not be spilled love requited and forbidden but if I tell you, my lips would not be...

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      • So this is your song if only…I like it.

      • A song played on a radio, as a teen-aged girl dreams of that secret crush she has. I’m sure that this lyrical gem has been played for so many young women, and men. It’s called a crush because thats what it feels like in our chests, huh!

      • Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. I really like this a lot. Appreciate you, cuz.

        Damian

      • Chère F.,
        Every time I discover more reasons to love your write to bits.
        And this is also such an event.
        At the end of your poem, you offer a possibility to choose. Simply wonderful, but it reminds me of a song I once wrote. A long long time ago. And its title is Bevrijdingsdag. Translated: liberation day. I wouldn’t write a song with such a title today, but that’s another story.

        The chorus of the song is forceful and perhaps a bit extreme. It translates like this:

        You said ‘Married’ – and I said so what
        I’d love to choose if I may
        Don’t talk to me about divorce
        Everyday’s liberation day

        And then I asked the public:
        You’ve heard it. She said ‘married’. But didn’t say who is married, so it’s up to you to choose.
        – is he married
        – is she married
        – are they both married, but not to each other

        Raise your hands!

        And I would let the public decide. And I would have three songs ready to fit the decision.
        A situation, prone to personal ‘colouring’. My personal colouring that is. I’m not On a stage for nothing.

        Yes, a bit of a long reply. But maybe an idea 💡 for if and when you’re going to do some beat poetry. The public will love you all the more for this kind of surprises. Really.
        I’m a huge fan of open mic evenings; maybe I can transfer some of the excitement to you.
        Other than that: keep them coming, please.

        Warm regards, Gus

        • I do not mind long replies. I am happy that this ignited a memory and that you are encouraging me to do open mic. I would love to read it. No worries. I will use a translator. Thank you for loving my work. poems and stories.

      • Very nice indeed ma’am .. Neville 😎🌻👍

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      Descent Into Heaven - Lady of Sorrow

      “I don't feel pain, I don't feel alive, yet no angels in the bright moonshine.”   The lady of sorrow confided to herself aloud in a whisper. One so delicate, it could vanish like flying dust should she be loud.   But she was standing stoically at...

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      • Pretty cool, Daniel. I like the visions that it creates easily for the reader. With an artistic flair of course.

      • The opening lines set a fragile, haunting mood that carries through the poem beautifully.

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