Tag Archives: poet


Over the Water

There is nothing better than a revolution when the nobility of foolish dreams lulls a city to sleep her history always repeats and she has walked beside him for the…


It is 2 AM and I am boiling

In the shower, I scald my skin hard and red, like the crabs my uncles would throw into pots of bubbling water, Burns beget steam and I smell my grandpa’s…


The Debtors’ University

A DROLL FROM THE ROARING GIRL The debtors’ university is such a refined hierarchy; you start off posh, the Master’s Ward, and say, ‘Pish, this is not so hard’; arriving…