leatherdykeuk: (Default)
2017-04-09 08:04 pm

poetry 2017 / 052

So Done with your Bullshit.

Just shut the fuck up.
Seriously, dude, chill.
I don't give a monkey's
about your while male patriarchal privilege
and your holier-than-thou
'if you go by population numbers.'
When you've walked a mile in my stilettoes
and been refused entry to a club
until you've shown the bouncer your genitals
I might listen to your point of wank.
But until then
you can just shut the fuck up.
leatherdykeuk: (Default)
2017-04-09 08:57 am

So Long, and thanks for all the fish

I will no longer be posting to Livejournal


You can still find some occasional poetry on Dreamwidth, and pretty much everything else I write at leatherdykeuk.blogspot.com
leatherdykeuk: (poetry - Bear Ridge)
2016-09-25 09:39 am

short forms

are rarely seen
except when not wanted
criticising everything
she does

© Rachel Green 2016

falling leaves
on the car bonnet
a magpie

© Rachel Green 2016

a dust-filled house
inches of plaster
Lu's allergies playing up
suffering mortality

© Rachel Green 2016

rebuilt computer
running like a dog
needs drivers

so new
the graphics card
won't take my old monitor

runs like a one-legged dog

© Rachel Green 2016

She scratches. Allergies or insect bites?

© Rachel Green 2016
leatherdykeuk: (poetry - Bear Ridge)
2016-09-12 05:54 pm

poetry 2016 / 103


There's a woman in the pet shop
off her head on something, hopping
from foot to foot
random squats as sudden fatigue
overtakes her skeletal frame.
“My dogs got fleas,” she moans
though, sadly, not in tune (I remember
hours of fiddle lessons, playing
mandolin in a country band)
There's flea powder, flea shampoo
and that stuff you drip
on the backs of their necks
if you can get a hold of them –
'cause once they see that packet they're gone.
She phones her boyfriend
pressing the mobile to the side of her head
so her elbow sticks out like a cartoon robot
but there's no answer after three attempts
so she 'fucks' and 'wankers' toward the exit
past the till where the attendant cries,
a silent, doe-eyed girl in tow.
leatherdykeuk: (Jester Moon)
2016-09-12 09:15 am

short forms

her shrink
tries to tell her
her brother's a figment
of vivid imagination.
She laughs.

© Rachel Green 2016

autumnal chill
celebrate the last of the sun
garden borders

© Rachel Green 2016

no desire
to have the cat
sit on my keyboard.
Her attempts at poetry
make no sense in English.

© Rachel Green 2016

new computer
requires software
"advanced diary"

despite buying it once
the new version
does not accept my details

copy across old version

© Rachel Green 2016

stressful day. Her panic over holidays.

© Rachel Green 2016
leatherdykeuk: (poetry - Bear Ridge)
2015-09-25 12:01 am

A Poem A Day 2015 /

Just under the wire: Happy birthday, [profile] feath
leatherdykeuk: (Default)
2015-06-14 08:18 pm

Sent for an exhibition later in the year

Rachel Green - Artist Statement

My paintings are an attempt to deconstruct the personality from the outward display of social mores. The perception of the individual from the clues they scatter like breadcrumbs in the forest of social conformity. I paint the outcasts, the social misfits, the anti heroes. I try to expose the darkness we try to hide, the pain, the terror.

I generally work in paint, either oils or watercolours, and often embellish the image with text. Images are generally built up in layers, allowing random chance to influence the final image. Memories become Demons. Demons become constellations. Constellations become neurons firing the brain. The texts provide clues to content and interpretation.

Every image is rooted in the world. I recycle paper for books and painting surfaces, tear old canvas into strips and distort the surface from the traditional. These are not portraits of people, they are representations of the id.
leatherdykeuk: (viridian tears)
2014-04-20 05:54 pm

My Writing Process

I was tagged by [profile] saare_snowqueen – for the My Writing Process Blog Hop, so here goes!

What am I working on?

My current work-in-progress is a weird one. “Damaged Goods” started off as a mis-lit, with the teenage heroine losing her whole family and striking up a relationship with an emotionally fubarred old man, while being pursued by the Swedish military. It didn't work, and I abandoned it to make the girl start seeing the ghost of a drowned girl, which was going to be a paranormal murder mystery. I've abandoned that, too, though not the characters. Now she meets Jasfoup the demon, who helps her to not be bullied any more. 'An Ungodly Child' without Harold's riches, perhaps.

How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I generally write about ordinary people being thrust into the penumbra of Heaven and finding out there isn't such a clear demarkation between 'good' and 'evil'

Why do I write what I do?

I like fantasy which is in good humour but which also turns the established ideals on their heads. Helpful demons, vengeful angels, gay Christians and Puritannical Pagans. I'll never be a great writer but a lot of people have enjoyed my novels.

With my other gloves on I write erotica which tries to give a positive spin on human urges. Polyamorous groups, BDSm practitioners, Brothel madams. I try to paint them as human as the Boy Next Door

How does your writing process work?

When I get an idea I write dozens, hundreds or thousands of short stories and flash fiction about the characters and the situations in the novel. This takes a long time. I'm a pantser, which means I write with only the most general of plot ideas and allow myself to be seduced into plot twists and unexpected situations. I once had a main character (a vampire) die because she opened a door inside a tunnel and it was broad sunshine outside. Poof. A whole subplot about resurrection, but that's been done before.

My writing output has slowed significantly recently because I started training in Brazilian Jiu-jitsu six days a week. I'm always so tired...
leatherdykeuk: (Default)
2014-02-15 12:28 am
Entry tags:


<b>wheedle</b> \ HWEE-d'l; WEE-d'l \  , transitive verb;
1. To entice by soft words or flattery; to coax.
2. To gain or get by flattery or guile.
intransitive verb:
1. To flatter; to use soft words.

<i>his advances spurned,
he wheedled a concession,
threatening husband</i>

Walked the dogs to Lidl for some groceries. These were planted outside. Verbena, maybe?

<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leatherdykeuk/12529448455/" title="14-02-2014 Chesterfield (1) by leatherdykeuk, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3828/12529448455_5fa7821f41_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="14-02-2014 Chesterfield (1)"></a>

<hr><u>Facebook Haiku</u>

February 14: BETRAYAL

<i>Valentine's day cards
bought at a two-for-one discount
wife and mistress

my partner
eats a lonely Valentine's
jiu-jitsu training</i>

for <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/NaHaiWriMo/108107262587697">NaHaiWriMo</a>

Jiu-jitsu in the morning (defence vs pushed against a wall, shrimp escape from side mount, overhead elevator sweep, recover from front push), followed by very little indeed.

<hr><u>Something that made me smile today:</u>

Getting into the ladies suit I last wore for a wedding twelve years ago.

<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leatherdykeuk/12529586213/" title="14-02-2014 (5) by leatherdykeuk, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7292/12529586213_db2ab78a8f_n.jpg" width="240" height="320" alt="14-02-2014 (5)"></a>


No jiu-jitsu in the evening because we went to a wedding reception

Adorable: <a href="http://arbroath.blogspot.co.uk/2014/02/an-anteater-kitten-and-baby-kangaroo.html">An anteater, a kitten and a baby kangaroo</a>

<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5W14DZ_bCM">Hilarious LEGO Movie Outtakes</a>

<hr><font size="-2">Written today:</font>

Jasfoup (180)

<hr><font size="-2">You've been reading <b>Of Literary Bent</b>. I thank you.</font>
leatherdykeuk: (rain and tree)
2014-01-27 11:47 am

Jiu-Jitsu Philosophy: 7 – 5 – 3

Jiu-Jitsu Philosophy: 7 – 5 – 3

The 7, 5, 3 Philosophy of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu incorporates the 7 Principles of Bushido, The 5 Keys to Longevity, and the 3 Zen Minds.
The Seven Principles Of Bushido.
1. Right Action.  Doing what is just without regard to consequence.   (Correct judgment or procedure for the resolution of righteousness.)
2. Courage.  Having the inner strength to stand for what is right.
3. Benevolence.  Having a kind disposition that reflects love and affection for others.  “Benevolence brings under its sway whatever hinder its power, just as water subdues fire.”
4. Respect.  Being polite and courteous to others.  “In its highest form politeness approaches love.”
5. Truthfulness.  Having integrity in word and action while following the Law of the Universe.
6. Honor. Enjoying a reputation for ethical conduct.  “Dishonor is like a scar on a tree which time, instead of effacing only helps to enlarge.”
7. Loyalty. Faithful allegiance.

The 5 Keys To Health And Longevity.

1. Daily exercise
2. Proper nutrition
3. Adequate Rest / Sleep
4. Hygiene
5. Positive Mental Attitude

3 Minds.

Zan Shin is translated as ‘Remaining Spirit’ and refers to a vigilant, all-encompassing awareness.  Zanshin is being fully present in the here and now.  The mind is fully aware of its surroundings and in a state of ever-readiness – unattached, yet present to the task at hand.

Mu Shin means ‘Mind Without Mind,’ or the state of No Mind.  Mu Shin is a state of spontaneity that allows immediate action without conscious thought.  “Mu” means “emptiness.”  The mind is empty in the sense that it is void of fear, anger, worries and various other preoccupations.  The absence of these distractions creates the space for an increased awareness and clarity. Mushin is sometimes referred to as “the zone,” – a relaxed state of peak performance.

Fu Do Shin is the ‘Immovable Mind.’  It is the mind that has met all challenges of life, and has attained a state of complete composure.  This state of mind cannot easily be disturbed by confusion, anger, doubt, or fear. It is the calm in the center of the storm.
“Mental calmness, not skill, is the sign of a matured samurai.” – Tsukahara Bokuden
leatherdykeuk: (Default)
2013-12-08 10:34 pm


daedal \DEE-duhl\ , adjective:
1. Complex or ingenious in form or function; intricate.
2. Skillful; artistic; ingenious.
3. Rich; adorned with many things.

bare canvas
becomes inked with daedal patterns
tattooed flesh

I ordered a cheap set of kettlebells for Lu for a Christmas present. Perhaps she'll let me use them too!

Egads! I've picked up Nick's cold and gave it Lu as well. We're both laid up with fuzzy heads and streaming noses. I cancelled jitsu today as well.

08-12-2013 (1)

After the Apocalypse Haiku

December 8 - force

sixteen hundred kilos
travelling at thirty miles per hours
one small boy

for NaHaiWriMo

Not much writing to speak of today. Sorry.

I actually got the sewing machine out. What is it? Ten years since it was given me? I took up Luisa's gi bottoms and put a patch on the arse of mine.

The 28 Funniest Notes Written By Kids In 2013

OK law forces state to accept satanic monument next to 10 commandments

Compilation Of Scaredy Dogs Terrified Of Walking Past Cats

The Woman in Black author Susan Hill joins us on the Rainbow side.

In this knight's zany quest to save a princess, nothing is as it seems

Written today:

Jasfoup (220)
Damaged Goods (250)
poem 100

You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
leatherdykeuk: (Default)
2013-11-16 06:24 pm

Desert Building

Lucifer peered over The Word's shoulder, expecting to see the construction of a new tree, or a new insect. (The Word liked insects. He'd made a hundred varieties of insects to every one of mammals.) Instead he saw a huge expanse of ruddy grit. “What are you making?”


“I'm building a desert.” The Word ground up the bones left over when he'd finished burying the giant lizards and tossed handfuls of silica across the surface.


“Desert.” Lucifer rolled the word across his tongue. “Sweet.”


“I thought so.”

“It's a bit boring, isn't it? Featureless?”


“I thought of that. I've invented wind. It will sculpt the desert into ever-shifitng shapes. It twill bury cities under the sand and scour the meat from the flesh of my enemies.”


“I though you didn't have enemies?”


“My people's enemies, obviously.”


Lucifer nodded, holding up his fist for a bump. “Word.”

leatherdykeuk: (viridian tears)
2013-10-31 09:49 pm

Viridian Tears


Viridian Tears by Rachel Green

Everyone is dying for treasure.

The builder, benefactor and mayor of Laverstone is found floating in the canal and becomes the first prominent customer of a new business he personally championed, the New Eden Cryotorium. His distraught young widow seeks the counsel of a spiritualist to contact her husband and discovers he left behind missing treasure. Meanwhile, Meinwen Jones, village witch and professional meddler, ends up helping the cryotorium owner find her missing backhoe. The search leads to mystery after mystery and more murders.

Mechanic Winston Campbell thinks Meinwen is a perfect match for him. Both are alone and in need of someone to hold. He soon realizes a relationship with the village witch is a lot more complicated than he thought.

Only Meinwen holds the key linking the seemingly separate mysteries, but will she solve them before more there are more deaths? Will she find love along the way?

CONTENT WARNING: Graphic m/f sex and descriptions of human body disposal

leatherdykeuk: (devil - harold - magician)
2013-10-20 06:45 pm

Legends of Hell

Contracts have been made between the denizens of Hell and the dwellers of the Middle Lands since Lucifer first escaped the bonds of Heaven. Contracts for lives, for wealth and for power are bread and butter for the demons who eke out a living among the blood pits and scarification plains, mostly in exchange for souls or the damnation that will win the soul for Hell at a later date.

Once in a hundred lifetimes there is performed a crime so heinous that it's perpetrator is famed for all eternity, through all of time from the apocalypse to the Word. One in a thousand of those is a name spoken only in hushed tones; a name to scare the snarliest of demons to an early bedtime.

One such name, indeed the only such name, is the Ungodly Child himself, Harold Waterman.