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Night Faces

A building sky, far out ahead, As clouds lie flat, upon their heads, Facial features, silhouettes On yellow, orange, then dark red, Square chins and noses off to bed.

Life Coaching

Dragging feet on midnight tiles, The drag of a fag’s last quarter inch, Eyelids tilt over powder-dry eyes, Bus doors encapsulate night crowds. A saturated Luas, saturated with gazers Penetrating… Read More »Life Coaching

CoinFlip: The Blog

It’s fifty-fifty, maths guys would say, You’ve half a chance, could go either way, Floating high, heads or tails, We’ve all forgotten, as it sails, That on its edge, it might, it… Read More »CoinFlip: The Blog