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Ciaran Burke
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The road rambles into the decline,
One way to go, nowhere else to be.
The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea.
Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey,
Torn to reveal a flash of blue,
and a golden promise behind the hill.
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After my fall, I lieAs I have been lying,to create a mythology of existence,the reality of an untruthful truth.I lie, waiting for […]
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Meeogahane Pier 24th August 2017 The Currachs rest, sleeping seaweed wears the oceanic gloss. Salt water teases, each wave, a lick, a […]
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Paupers graveyard on Coolcots lane, near Wexford town. Poor people who could not afford to pay for a headstone would be buried […]