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| ***BIO*** Stephen J Golds "established 1983" was born and raised in London Colney, St. Albans and is now trying to study Creative Writing and Education Studies at the University of Derby. Previous publications include two short stories in the April Edition of the Laura Hird Showcase and Dogma Press. He is currently working on a collection of short stories and an anthology of poems which he hopes will get published someday. |
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| The Princess/The Whore |
| by Stephen J Golds |
| He was alive
But he did not live. He was dead to her And Her world. He was a cigarette butt in an ashtray and a shadow in the early morning. The princess/The whore had forsaken him, banished him to the ghettos of her mind And Her heart. Dead. Dead. Dead. He sat on the outskirts, the hills and the walls. He collected his tears in pint glasses, toasted and Drunk them down. He cut off His ears and sent them to her. He cut out his eyes and sent them too. He burnt down a church. He raped a nun. He painted Himself with death. And Still he was banished. |
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| July 2005 |