I Suppose I Did Feel A Certain

Nowadays, What An Award Gives Is A Sense Of Solidarity With The Poetry Guild, As It Were: Sustenance Coming From The Assent Of Your Peers On The Judging Panel.

If Self Is A Location, So Is Love.

I Rhyme… To See Myself, To Set The Darkness Echoing.

Loyalism, Or Unionism, Or Protestantism, Or Whatever You Want To Call It, In Northern Ireland - It Operates Not As A Class System, But A Caste System.

The Bogholes Might Be Atlantic Seepage. The Wet Centre Is Bottomless.