Somewhat sarcastically titled, an arrogant and serious piece about issues against the idea of making all abortions illegal, written as a specific letter to anti-abortion politicians and preachers.

I took her to the sea side for a night at an over-priced B&B with a sea view of dustbins and the car-park.

It's a powerful thing.

Don't get involved

The Fallen Rose With the past behind, she flourishes in her new home. Amongst the smaller flowers, a new life emerges, Where smiles and sunshine nourish her soul.

The cadaver lay quiet, made up to reflect the image of yesterday’s peaceful slumber. Empty as a black hole in the atmosphere; nothing enters; nothing escapes.

In Hell, We plunged arms Elbow deep into the firelake And pulled out black scarecrow limbs That dripped like toffee apples And fizzled like crack spoons. On burnt twig digits

It was just like, the good old days.