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It's a folk-rite of renewal. Like many, in its original form, it is unutterably savage. This is an old poem, (2015) but I've rescued it from an old hard disk because it reminds me of the clips I saw of last night's ridiculous pre-election slanging match. Image licence Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic Image source wikipedia.org.

The initial launch lulled them into a false sense of security. They had all expected to have been thrown around the bridge, similar to pebbles in a...

I didn’t know I had a sister until it was too late. Snow muffled sound and the weight of the outside world. We didn’t have money for the electricity...

"Well, well vile shrew. You're nowt to look at and you were hard to woo. But I'll say one thing for ye, You make a mighty fine tea." "Ah! It's a big...