“More people love football / than love social justice / but that doesn’t mean football / isn’t brilliant.”
The announcement of Cohen’s death is a reminder of what real grief feels like.
That’s not smog sitting on the lake . . .
“Do you have vampires around here?”
I started with alpha: Abdeluktos. / Above blame.
Minoo Dinshaw’s Outlandish Knight revels in the life of an untypical historian.
A campaign has been launched to protest against the planned dual carriageway which will rip through the late great Irish poet's birthplace.
It’s not just twins, identical, who feel this way. . .
“From here my ashes go back to the sea / And take my memories of every friend / And love, and anything still dear to me.”
“You could taste the raw / seagull you’d killed and plucked, / the mussels you’d dug from sand, / the jellyfish that wobbled in your / hands as you slobbered it.”
"Rough, tough to touch, / grooved ridged scaled".
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