When I was young And going to school Our language was highly praised Mainly for its antiquity 'The closest you'll hear to Shakespearean English' Was a common phrase. With cubs and cuttys and weans (Boys and girls and children) Heading... Continue Reading →
Green Land Cold Land Fair Land Blood Land Ireland. Fairest of Isles Home of the Children Drowned in blood Buried in bones Ireland.
I am the incubator that preserved my life I am my father's hand holding me up to the camera I am the girl who went before me, whose name I was given I am the dart stuck in my mother's... Continue Reading →
Scribbles from me to you 