Thomas Fitzgerald : Writing

1711

1711

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


My take on the infamous Irish witch trial of 1711.
Spilth

Spilth

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


Never forget those gone and never known!
The Norm.

The Norm.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A minute look at victims that fell to the knife of homophobia and uneducated minds, be aware of those that yield right on their side!
There are no homosexuals in Chechnya.

There are no homosexuals in Chechnya.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A slight insight to the torture and degrading manner that Russia, Putin and Ramzan have bestowed on Gay people within their own country.
Funny Death!

Funny Death!

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


Those times when we look back on ones life and can only laugh, within of course!
Confessional.

Confessional.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


That moment that makes or brakes you, indeed!
Abound!

Abound!

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


Fashion has it's own curses!
Will.

Will.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


My thoughts from the grave side.
Afreet.

Afreet.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A plunging exercise to gain my legs again in the world of religion, demons and the human need to find those which need to be left alone!
Old Ripper.

Old Ripper.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A look at a world long ago and full of words!

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