You told me you could rape me again,
That your hands are still strong.
Your hair is white now,
But you are still menacing.
By Ruth Stewartabout 21 hours ago in Poets
Incline your ear to hear!
Silly sounding softness, sweet baby cuddles, motherese.
Today you can start again, join the "Good Mom Club"
By Ruth Stewartabout 23 hours ago in Poets
I’ve not got much to say about dads. Just a lack of experience. My biological Dad died when I was six, and I don’t have many memories of him. My stepdad, well, the less said, the better.
By Ruth Stewartabout 23 hours ago in Men
Rochelle and Crisha were good-time girls, and even they needed funding. When a mysterious woman offered them £10,000 for stealing some jewelry at a dusty museum, the girls agreed immediately.
By Ruth Stewart8 days ago in Fiction
Did I say?
I got into trouble today.
Staring out of the window, watching the witches washing.
The teacher was teaching us how to use an abacus
By Ruth Stewart8 days ago in Poets
Stories that we tell ourselves
come from childhood,
often not based on fact.
Hidden, so difficult to find and then shine a light on.
I get up and drink coffee
Sat at my place on the sofa.
I talk about the things
That must be done,
By Ruth Stewart12 days ago in Poets
Wordcages are the boxes our words get trapped in, when
Sometimes we aren't allowed to finish our sentences.
Sometimes our thought gets trampled over by another's words,
Don't be too loud
I don't like long nails
Such a pretty smile
Try not to take up too much space
Right, you are wearing that?
By Ruth Stewart14 days ago in Poets
Did you see those tiny boats?
I'd never board one.
Trusting in a dinghy.
Rights, they are taking our rights!
Dogs are my joy
I've loved them all my life,
So why am I about to say they always give me strife?
The times I've started something
Did you see the man?
In the doorway, hiding.
She didn't, you see
Talking on her phone.
A silent figure, watching and waiting,