Photo Credits: Pyromaniac by Smallvillian
The Flame by Maria Fokas
Like an Empress of Time, the Flame distorts the mind, dancing her seductive dance, as the wood crackles with each breath. 148 more words
Politics is not a close thing for the masses, if you looked and cared, a system fit for nothing, one to weep about.
Inside its skin, ‘the people’s people’ rowed tightly and rowed weekly for cameras, but when you’re on scroll cable, see the grand majority ‘let loose’ from the ornate seating. 52 more words
The Irish Papists swimming out to food, dropping into water to wade out to a way out, to realise full bellies in other parts.
A hunger for those caught in purity, not pulling up their deep anchors from a deeper religious bed. 254 more words