It wasn’t that long ago, you could smell it, coating the breeze in a fine oil varnish It sat on… Read more Race Day
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The last day
of summer we spoke, a crack appeared on the wall that spread like a fire up the ceiling where the… Read more The last day
The Better Man…
…would always fold first with a piece of ashphalt sticking out of his left shoulder the right being sacrosanct and… Read more The Better Man…
Tighearnan John Kelly 