A reflective poem inspired by a drawing made by Shawn Coss!
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 →