Author Archives: irishstag2013
If money was air you’d long ago have suffocated. Which is one of the longest books in Death’s library. But instead you breathe on, unsure of what you’ll read.
It’s steady, no back and forth. No hiccups, false starts, or short stops. Weather slow or fast, violent or calm, It’s steady-the habits of the clouds. Not afraid to be solitary, but not too meek To combine and besiege the … Continue reading
The heart’s hot climate- a hometown Of obsession’s hurricanes. The eye Of rejection’s self-pity never passes Quickly enough. But in the throws Of wind and rain, ripping apart homes, And flooding road ways- rebuilding Is encouraged. Progress forced upon us. … Continue reading
It’s small, trouble-free and understated. The fountain is nothing to write home about. It’s just trickling water in unpolished granite. It is dwarfed by the rising white and black basilica. As the wisteria flourish in the shade of le Sacre-Couer, … Continue reading