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Ciaran Burke
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Sruwaddacon Bay 2nd November 2017 A solitary shell, open, empty, unwanted; filled with the gases we call air. Broken, divided, it can […]
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Quilty 23rd August 2017 Below the cliff, strata of the old world rises through the sand. Life hangs on, muscles with all […]
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The engine still runningits rhythm and hum out of tune with the randompercussion of precipitation onthe metal roof andthe tuneless screech ofworn out […]
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Ballyquin Beach 7th August 2017 Under trees, following the verdant stripe, wheel tracks to the sea. Where the strand narrows to crumbling […]
