Poem: Nuclear Shadows

A poem about the memories we all share between certain people.

Poem: The Arctic Rose

Spontaneous and off-the-top. Created in the furthest arctic of Northern Finland.

Poem: Coming Home   Four in the morning. There is an Irish man on the bus Talking to himself, clearly intoxicated.   "I'm coming home!" He blurts out suddenly, To an audience of no-one. But I hear.   After some grunts and mumbling, he asks: "Where the fuck are we?" A mighty question for his... Continue Reading →

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