Poetry: Gratitude
Gratitude “Hate it here? But why?” I’m sick of your confounded cry. London is Open—…
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Poetry: Michaela Brady
White Bay Park And cows trod on thickened sand, Bow their heads beneath the sun.…
Poetry: Michaela Brady
Uaigneas (Dán do m’athair) Crows befriend the bread-handed boy, Squawk and battle for a bite.…