It is the bones. It is the rattle and crack of what remains as the caws of the corvids scrape across tar, crying for flesh; feeding their young. The young remain forced into the thousand crosses of Calvary; bound as the countless virgins frozen under the hands that will raise them to whore. Our nests are thorns dipped in gold. Old temples crush the new and call it charity. Images line the walls of the grave. Miracles run black over withered palms; th

Topic 08: Write a poem inspired by a place you have lived or inspired by a place you have wanted to live. Form : any Line requirements: 8 lines or more Get involved for free at www.pigpenpoetry.com The Gold Coast Salted sands of shining hue, warm beneath the bronzing glow, all tranquil is the shushing blue, where dreams are born and left to grow – among the gleaming ebb and flow of smiles and splendid stories told by those whose job it is to know: the glitter city spreads i

1. Having assets in wife's/ husband's/ children's names as a tax dodge. 2. Insisting on a driver when he/she is perfectly capable of driving him/herself. 3. Demanding an expense account to take the family to meetings overseas that could easily have been a 20-minute Skype instead. 4. Claiming rent allowance for staying in the house owned by your wife (also, see #1). 5. Wobbly jowls. 6. Having never known what it's like to be down to your last $20 with a week until pay day and