There is still the feeling that women's writing is a lesser class of writing that what goes on in the nursery or the bedroom is not as important as what goes on in the battlefield that what women know about is a less category of knowledge.
O Death rock me asleep bring me to quiet rest let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
Gotta break your neck to see a star in this yard.
The dreadful truth is that when people come to see their MP they have run...
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...
