Available for freelance writing commissions on a variety of subjects including family history, nostalgic Belfast and its famous people, shops, shoppers & shopping, the golden age of Hollywood (esp westerns) and humorous pieces on life's weird and wonderful. Op-eds, columns, non-fiction book reviews too.
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The story goes …..
….. that the kid got blasted
by Ethan’s furious anger:
‘What do you want me to do
draw you a picture, spell it out?
Don’t ever ask me,
long as you live don’t ever ask me more.‘
And all the kid wanted to know
was did they……
was she……
and Ethan stabbed the ground
with a knife
and stabbed it again
and again
and again
as if murdering the earth
provided closure
after he found the girl
dead
and worse.
After he wrapped her in his coat,
after he buried her
with his bare hands,
his insides twisted by loathing,
his heart thumping with rage,
his blood pumping with revenge,
his head promising a reckoning.
So on to find them, the savages,
ever restless searcher
and on finding them
to kill them
and on killing them
to shoot out their eyes
to deny them sight of the spirit-land,
to force their black souls
to wander the afterlife
forever
and ever
and ever.
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