The Wormwood
...I have heard of it before, but I never knew what it was until I walk through the door, I thought it was a wood made of special ink and it cast a strange dye in the sky and it tells you when you are g...
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Categories:
absinthium, africa, age, america, bereavement,
Form: Narrative
AFT THE STORM
...aft’ the storm’s the cure
the salt licks his face
though trenches’s formed
as foam settles down
will his Tessie rest
in his windward eyes
will she lay on his treasure chest
hearing the e...
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Categories:
absinthium, longing, sea,
Form: Narrative
An Bee Cailleach
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“Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo.
Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh....
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Categories:
absinthium, fantasy, imagery, joy, life,
Form: Free verse