Don’t think your spit will offend me don’t think your abuse will shame That harsh words will cut and bleed they are nothing, but less of the same …
Refuge the grass eaters by Merryn Juliette
The Palestinian / Al-Falastini (1977)
Roy Battersby created a controversial documentary in 1977 presented by Vanessa Redgrave and she on winning an Oscar for Julia was determined to not let the Zionist Hoodlums get to her.
It featured the P.L.O and was filmed just after the Tel Al Zaatar massacre so feelings within are raw, showing the spirit of fighting for identity dignity and homeland, and in 2025 it still haunts the Middle East , it’s a hard yet fascinating watch
https://youtu.be/1mQiDpzZJuw?si=4ek7GQpM0kd5MeNO
Mother
Remembering my mum who passed away , her funeral on the 14th July a celebration of a wonderful life
our late mother
loved the roses
the one that
swayed in soft array
that she could see
upon her chair
mother in nature
as delicate as that rose
yet could
show her thorns
not out of pain
but love
to protect and surround us
with a security
never forgotten
and gave us love
unflinching
she has passed
but like the white rose
pressed between the pages
of our lives
a delicate memory
enclosed by love
Jeffrey Epsteins Little Black Book
Redacted
I found it on the web and here we go
The journey is leading to some strange rabbit holes , where have the files , gone and all the hard drives they secured from Epsteins flat gone .
We have gone dystopian , I just hope we emerge safely
Weasel in my Veins
urgent silence
of four a.m
a vixens scream
fragments
moist particles
I tremor
sat in the dark
garden of absinthe
as the
weasel in my veins
takes fright
scurrying
into the fermented
air of the vessel
that is my mind
to isolate
and design itself
a new fate
All Dandelions Bleed
when I sleep
reality slips away
it becomes
womb to tomb
with blood
of dandelions
on your feet
crushed against
moist earth
you trod
as you step
each length
to the void
of open earth
coffin recessed
awaiting
mind unconscious
to anything
numb in its vitals
but where reality
has slipped away
a joyous nothing
awaits
Mini Maga Mandy
ticker tape heartbeats
Mandy cried and cheered
madhatters tea party
swollen with over ego
she danced
got drunk
maga maga maga
oi oi oi
cult of the orange edifice
touch my pussy
you fake news
torchbearers
you may burn us
but we return
maga maga maga
oi oi oi
gop rodeo
incoherent cowboys
oh Mandy
where did your reality go
in the voting bong
of absolute insanity
sanitorium awaits
fact checking shock treatment
you sold your body
to the devil
nothing can pray for you now
in god you fail
Orange morphine water tablets
motel where
could be Sacramento
could be Tallahassee
I just know
leant on bathroom door
she had gone
faint traces
a rosary under the pillow
no names
she was nun I was trucker
morphine and whiskey
numbed my back
as we made love
shrapnel from a
Middle eastern place
that haunted me
she forgave me
tracing scar that fickle line
I could not cry
So she did instead
before showering with me
and I guess now gone
to the church minivan
and like me
would be driving
somewhere else
Lynne Savitt
The Photographic Art of Karen Lawrence
https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/karen-lawrence
This image that sold its originals at the Convenience Art Gallery , is one example of Karen’s engaging , poetic sometimes dramatic , art seeing landscape , forest seascape with an eye that is sharp and precise in composition and she has a love of mountains and lighthouses
This is Penmon Point with a view to Snowdon , vivid textures and colours take our eyes deep into imagination of that coastal cottage dark sea strewn rocks eroded and embellished by seaweed and a sky made for angels.
Where we live is near the River Mersey which can be both calm or turbulent , storm whipped not broken a beautiful coastline often photographed.
And then a calmer yet absorbing image is the lonely tree it is a true reflection of Cymru
With these in mind have a look feel what you see and contemplate how these images can be art that illustrates your emotions
I love her work and I’m not just biased as I am her husband I know and value true art when I see it
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