We Can Breathe With Ease
Neil McCarthy We can breathe with ease poetry into the sundry shades of red burning in the skies over Gaza, perhaps likening them to a pomegranate ripped open. Ripe to write, I can’t. I can only watch as you sleep, Inma, naked and foetal as you face the window. And this womb of Connemara sky… More
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