Thomas Fitzgerald : Writing

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!
Society's W***e.

Society's W***e.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


For anyone that has been a victim of rape, I am your brother and I will no longer whimper in the corner, be strong my darlings and live!
Orlando

Orlando

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


My heart is heavy with the devastation and travesty the whole world is feeling now, my tears have not stopped flowing.
Little Minds, Little Times

Little Minds, Little Times

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A look at those behind bars for a time.
The Color of Murder!

The Color of Murder!

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


An act so vile that rainbows scatter.
No Hand.

No Hand.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A look into the mind of us that survived.
Asatru.

Asatru.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


a look at the many attacks on Irish shores of Vikings in the past that make us what we are today.
Stone.

Stone.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A quick piece to compete with!
Bloody Mesh!

Bloody Mesh!

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A fresh look for an old poet - good to be back!