Shadows Of The Past
One can only imagine, what horrible things can an animal go through, to survive. Does it feel any fear? Anxiety? Thinking about their loved ones, especially near the dire end? Those questions are often left unanswered, although there was a chance to at...
A Poem For My Brother
I was in london under christmas trees you were in dublin when you made the choice at twelve you had finally found your voice and you used it to cry out in self violence before using it to give yourself eternal silence regret, a coldness in