O’Sealburgh Writing

“What do I remember? Why, I can’t remember anything at all. Who’s to say what I’ve done? I certainly don’t know. I&rsquo..

The man in the alley well he wrote me more than once that night. He stood hunched in the rain every time I gathered strength to look out to him. ..

You stand before me I can’t be sure My eyes have seen this truth before. Your perfect hand embracing mine; your scent on my shoulder a..