At the Arts Festival, Galway
There are swans on the Corrib, Along Quay Street the pubs are Filled to overflowing. They play Edith Piaf in …
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Pools of Light
They don’t make lights like they used to, Grandpa Simpson, dressed so perfectly, Fedora flopping at the oh, so perfect …
Road Rage
Ba da boom ba da boom ba da boom boom boom The red car is parked on double yellow lines …
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Welcome to my literary blog. Here you will find some of my writings ranging over poetry and prose including short …
