December 8th 2011
Cold wet soil of winter Is now her bed, darkness Eternal, wooden case embraces The body now still, but she Feels not …
Once There Dwelt A Scotsman
Story of isolation, death, and how a burglar was more Christian than the townsfolk…, the latest of the old poems restored to …
Listening to a Man discuss a Friends Death
While typing poems in a cyber café, a man beside me chats to a friend on Skype about a sailor freinds death, …
The Poor Dead Girl
This is the English version of the original which is in Irish Beautiful was her face And beautiful indeed her ass Lots …