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It was the kiss of kisses. If Rodin

Had been around he could have made it a

New work of art for a world to see. Her

Lips were moist and warm; he felt them press soft

Against his own; heard the moan; sensed her breasts

Nudge. This was nothing like what his father

Had once said of kissing, something different,

Nothing missing. He sensed her fingers touch

His neck; they slid slowly down, then up. He

Martha remembers the Ebony

Crucified given to her by a former

Boyfriend to encourage her to let

Him fuck but she never did but kept

The Christ tucked in her handbag with

Purse of coins and handkerchief and

Tampons and candy bars and a pack of

Cigarettes and plastic lighter she liberated

From some store in Tipperary and as the

Boyfriend lay on her bed trying to get his

...

Come in Miss Broston and sit down or lie

On the couch over there if you wish I

Don’t mind whichever is best for you and

You wander into Doctor Freudbank's room

With its blue walls and framed certificates

And bourgeois paintings and sit in the black

Chair opposite his desk that reminds you

Of the big desk in your father’s study

Where he used to sit most days and if you’d

Been a bad gi...

You oughtn’t to use bad language, Anny

Says, appearing out of nowhere, a small

Bow tied in her long blonde hair, Momie said

It wasn’t good. You say, I never use bad

Language when I write poems about you.

She comes closer to the PC and stares

At the screen. Is this poem about me?

Most of it, you say, gazing at her small

Ghostly hand on the arm of the swivel

Chair. Her f...

Hold that pose, he said, and she did and she

Was most surprised that he allowed her to

Keep her clothes on and not have to pose in

Some seductive or pornographic way

Or fashion as he often termed it, which

Reminded her of Mother’s words before

She had left home years ago, always keep

Your dignity Wally never let men

Take advantage of you because you’re a

Woman, but she had let that gem of word...

Hang on there Abe Mr Mancryer says

I want to have a father to son talk

Before you go out no it’s not about

The loan I know you’ll pay me back before

The year is through no it’s about the young

Dame you were with the other night the hot

Brunette (how could I forget) you know the

One who has the figure and eyes to die

For and the swaying hips to make your mouth

Water well she&...

When Rachel saw Mr Marchtwit kill and

Skin the rabbit by the backdoor ready

For dinner that evening, she ran to

The hutch of Miss Bunn, took her out, and hid

With her in the old garden maze out of

Sight of the gamekeeper and other’s gaze.

She held her on her lap, stroked her ears and

Soft back, and kissed her head. What if Mr

Marchtwit gets you Miss Bunn, kills you, skins you,

And puts you in for to...

Matilda listens to make sure they’ve gone out knowing Mr Doozie the cat is licking his milk the slurping sound fills the now silent room but she has to be sure her aunt and uncle have gone she can’t allow Moses to come in by the backdoor until they’re long gone and in the town buying and selling their wares she places her hands on her head and closes her eyes to focus her listening to close out Mr Doozie’s sounds the saucer of milk being pushed across the floor the pur...

Mr Brishfelt has disappointed

You again he says he’ll come

For you to take you out but once

Again he has let you down and

You all dressed to the nines and

With the new dress he bought

And the pristine shoes that he

Selected which you faithfully

Wear and the way he likes your

Hair and oh he says when you

Speak please mind the way you

Enunciate the words can’t have

Mole’s seen her in photographs

On the internet somewhere but

It isn’t until she sits down at a

Table in the café and turns to

Look at him that it dawns on him

Who she is (but it can’t be he tells

Himself she died in an ambush in

1934 machine-gunned down by

Cops in a car with Clyde Barrow)

Yet the more she stares the clearer

Comes the image of Bonnie Parker