THE POLITICS OF A SHAMROCK

  We stopped the telly and the tea to watch the thunder on Thursday; 1-100, 2-100, 3-100 we counted in between the light growing dimmer and that storm, coming closer. We watched from distant windows, catching breaths in between fears of catching colds while next-door neighbours pulled curtains over concerns, here, in a country where […]

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Ireland- The Emerald and I

And again I found myself, Of a morning- that morning, On a winding road, once more, Meandering like a stream, Before it opened up to unveil A vast expanse of stillness Where brook and lake entwined, Rugged roads wandered into wilder woods And the light- that sat Upon mossy mountain- Reflected the break of another […]

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