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for Tomas Murray I I recall that first time I heard you play, four years ago; the proclamation hung above our Living Room hearth. There we..

She is the land and doesn’t want to see them go, young men, afraid, of unknown shores. But the potato crop has failed and Irel..

Portrait of a Heroin Addict

Bereft of two brothers and one fiancé, she passed their photos to me. In a roija wine soliloquy, their stories were transformed to No..

Throughout your fifteenth year, you dreamed each house a fold in concertina streets of city and wished for the wind that would make every twis..

A Small Earthquake in Chile. Not many dead

Likelost breath in August residue, I was a dream when conscript leafleteers, swayed,serene as summer elms. Soldiers burnt their typecast..

There where limestone levees swept flotsam into squalid streets and old men stacked cargo, like years, against the wind, you stood, fifteen-..