Poem: Take me to Éire
Take me to Éire Please take me to Erin For I am twenty-seven; Reassurance I…
Browsing: Michaela Brady
How I Remember Her
How I Remember Her I glared that first night as she vaunted perks And spoke…
Poetry: Gratitude
Gratitude “Hate it here? But why?” I’m sick of your confounded cry. London is Open—…
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.…