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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.
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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
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a sky filled with Saharan sand
red light

© Rachel Green 2017
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blustery morning
kicking over the rubbish bin
red sun

© Rachel Green 2017
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blue sky
overhead clouds hurry to depart
rolling trash

© Rachel Green 2017
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blustery day
the brown patch on the lawn
dog pee

© Rachel Green 2017
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misted windows
feathered cumulonimbus
fallen leaves


© Rachel Green 2017
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french lavender
bent low by the wind
old lady


© Rachel Green 2017
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midnight screams
disturbing a night's sleep
garden fox

© Rachel Green 2017
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green tomatoes
hanging from outdoor vines
a garden snail

© Rachel Green 2017
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dead leaves
scattered across the lawn
tiny mushrooms

© Rachel Green 2017


Apr. 9th, 2017 08:00 am
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rain drops
spattering against the glass
birch leaves

© Rachel Green 2017
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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
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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.
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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
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Just under the wire: Happy birthday, [profile] feath
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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.
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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...


Feb. 15th, 2014 12:28 am
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<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>

April 2017



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