The Gleaners, by Jean-François Millet, 1857 By Declan Geraghty The pollengets into everything,inside my nosedown the back of my throatit gets like thatwhen you till the fields... Continue reading
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by Declan Geraghty The money circulates within the rich blowing around a glass cage circulating like the final challenge on the crystal Maze it never leaves the... Continue reading
Say Goodnight to the Taoiseach by Declan Geraghty Varadkar is gone goodbye Varadkar we wont miss you you left us so little yet took so much then... Continue reading
Paseo de los Refugiados Celtas by Declan Geraghty Hands calloused strainedon our knees we are Celtic refugeesour country long deaddear citizens of Eireyou matter we give this... Continue reading
Ireland is a Landlord by Declan Geraghty It’s just doors and wallsjust a tiny spot of landjust plastic and woodjust tubes and metalfor water and heatcables for... Continue reading