My Kind Of Music

Light and brisk
Almost painless

Crisp and quick
A trailing sting

Faster still
A burning line

Hard and heavy
A bruised throb

The hardest of all
A muffled scream

Knees thrust apart
A rain of blows
That no wriggle eases
Til mercy is taken
In the form of a smooth rod
sliding up and down
Playing the cunt violin
To a crescendo.

Childhood Works

Siobhan's Glass (short story)

Noises of Silent Worlds (poetry)

Membrane Drum Mosiac (poetry)

The Sunroom (short story)

Adult Works

Breaking Free (short story)

Coil (poetry)

Trouble Pooping? (birth satire)

Wyld Womyn (column)

Explict Prose & Poetry

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