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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THE THAW

  Blue is the breath, blue is the earth, morning, early, the sky a clean canvas of white and the earth; blue, a bed of frozen blues born from dawn’s breath, a blanket of freshly fallen slow snow, trembling along the hairs of the land, caught in the calm before the crunch, before the footprints […]

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