AUTHOR
Ciaran Burke
2 postsYou may also like
Quilty 23rd August 2017 Below the cliff, strata of the old world rises through the sand. Life hangs on, muscles with all […]
Share this:
Crying, my first sounds,and I cried for two years more.I cried for hunger, I cried of anger,I cried for love, I cried […]
Share this:
Texting against the monument waiting for the meeting Bells of the tram Saturday night belles orange glows and abundant flesh Hispanic cacaophony […]
Waves, from the horizon they comeinfused with deaths of sunsetsthe births of days, carrying the beginningsof our being in depths of existenceWorld […]