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February 2018

Death Makes Its Cruel Presence Felt

As death makes its cruel presence felt We talk as numb of those who have gone… We think of recent times now …

Crazed Beats Echo Into The Night

This verse I wrote some years back when living in Tullamore, hearing loud music and meeting an old disapproving couple that I …

Paul Polansky Sat In My Kitchen

The Serbian resident US poet and human rights activist Paul Polansky visited my humble flat some years back. As usual, my place …

Elegy for a Poet I Once Knew

Alas,  I learned of the passing of a poet Paul Curran I shared a stage with often at Scene of the Rhyme …