Thomas Fitzgerald : Writing

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A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A study in false rumour.
Fringes.

Fringes.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A look at what the mind focuses on in a funeral home, well at least for me, those damn fringes will haunt me forever.
My Dear Dad.

My Dear Dad.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


Losing ones parent rips at your very essence, I will miss you.
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!

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