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ART: Dark, Horror, Conceptual.
POETRY : Dark, Part One.
POETRY: Dark, Part Two
POETRY:Dark, Part Three
EROTIC STORIES: The "HELEN" series
POETRY and STORIES: Erotic
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ART: Dark, Horror, Conceptual.
sometimes / I think
POETRY : Dark, Part One.
always there are / monsters / creatures of the / night
POETRY: Dark, Part Two
the feminine gender / traditionally tender / of children the defender
POETRY:Dark, Part Three
Then suddenly Sandra said, “Would you like to see me naked?” Helen swallowed hard. “Yes.” she replied
EROTIC STORIES: The "HELEN" series
while I watch you naked / when the moon is bright
POETRY and STORIES: Erotic
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pestilence (part one)
the city sleeps. / sin rises like a dirty / vapour from off the crazed / paving stones / and permeates the darkness
soldier
sadness and regret / fall / like dirty grey / snow upon the stiffening / corpse
rags
the ragged girl / walks up the steps / of the / theatre with dirt-stained / feet, her bare / flesh / on the stone / like the slap of we…
this, then, is the night.
this, then, is the night,
cliffs
the rain does not wet her, nor the / sun give / warmth.
the morning after
your mouth exhaling / golden / ampersands
In The Alleyway
In the alleyway two dirty feet stick / out of a cardboard box like twin / kangaroos
people
grinding their sharp yellow / teeth / like the scavengers they / are.
crack
curled up / in the police cell / like a poisoned / rat or a dry / leaf / he looks only / inward.
a lie
a lie is like / my lover’s / lips / blood is on / her / finger tips
she sits on dark grass
she sits on dark / grass, / like a migrating / bird with a broken wing, / calling his name.
locked
it is a windswept / house; yet / still.
cold mother
she sits alone in the turgid / darkness, her swollen breasts / full as a gourd, empty as / sin;
Stillborn
In the clinging mist / she knows no words but death
lovers
the mirrors are empty and / the clocks tick through / floors of ice,
date rape
crouching in a corner, / like a pale / patient spider, / he waits / for her
I
I have you stuffed on a / wall of my house; in a cabinet / made of dark glass and human / flesh.
no time
it sat there alone in its perspiring / womb.
Voodoo Doll
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Mengele
I dreamed of you / the other night, / and the way / you left a trail / of dead children
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