We could beso much moreYet here we are. Sleepless, because the President of America,Said it’s okayTo maim,stand back,stand by. The realisation it’s all been a..
Craggy rocks and gloomy caves,The stony shore, its glistening wavesThat roll and fall and tumble and twist and turn and slowly, silky, smoothly sweep across..
The wind blows a different way in Shillelagh. The souls before me burrow to the crust, unbecoming, dissolution to dust, and their heat, stolen, burns through me.I stand..
i saw you gliding overhead, a guardian — no! a saviour! — supported by your wondrous widespread wings. your notes flowed, soft and smoothly, then crescendoed,..
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