Which is the Dream? by Ann Irwin Last night I dreamedI walked the crunchy grass at Duacheenspeckled purple and yellowragged robin vetch and trefoilsthe scent of rising... Continue reading
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Words by Anne Irwin If the undead populated the world would there be no poetryno blue stream binding words no soft flow of dreams connecting. Would words... Continue reading
Slow and Steady Wins the Race by Anne Irwin Gather from the gutterye outsiders and ruffians we’ll fatten you on ideologiesblood you for battleprepare you for war.... Continue reading