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A reflection on being healthy and safe during the pandemic.
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Translated from the original Irish (Gaelic) version, "Gairdín na Cúirte"
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Or: "Not Every Lattè Is Some Classist Sin"
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After Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill
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I still rememberWalking into that shop on Parliament Street,Smelling the incense burning by the counterFeeling the energyAs the sunlight played with c..
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A collection of various haiku I've written over the years. No connection between them - just wanted to have them all in one spot!
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I have my gift of language from my mother:Raising me to speak with clarity,Like the high-kings and chieftains of old,In both Saxon tongue and Gaelic b..
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Dedicated to the memory of Mark Lowe Fisher (1953–1992) and those who died during the AIDS epidemic.
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On an almost empty street at night,You took my hand in yours as we walked,Proud of our lasting, steadfast love.The night was mild, clear,After heavy r..
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After a conversation with a friend in Belfast, where he told me he asked some of his friends if they knew of me.
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