How I Remember Her

How I Remember Her I glared that first night as she vaunted perks And spoke in winding roads; uncouth she pried About my grade and cut. Around her stride, I feel as though I’m drunk. I miss her quirks. The nights we stargaze drag on. I should work. I see her down the bar, then … Read more

Poetry: Michaela Brady

White Bay Park And cows trod on thickened sand, Bow their heads beneath the sun. It’s as if this summer was planned, With days that cannot be done. That sun implores, infects my sight, Surges fire through greying sea, Through my heart and through the night, Perennial, I am allowed to be. Could I spend … Read more

Poetry: Michaela Brady

Uaigneas (Dán do m’athair) Crows befriend the bread-handed boy, Squawk and battle for a bite. Metro wires hiss and wheeze, Spite the hills and sun-soaked fields. New York blinks its bloodshot stare, Recalling you and I were there. From azure deli doors, Whiffs of baking bread Flirt with slow-cook sunburn. But now I can be … Read more

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