An outstanding poetic début by the acclaimed
Irish song writer. Bold and fresh work, worthy of close scrutiny
from the 'literati'.
"In thy womb there was
a tomb in which I often lay, but in thy womb it was a tomb in
which men often played that mortal game that has no name. The
price I paid the poisoned blade that cut this wine-red bud, your
carcinogenic kiss, the
unmarked grave, I see - it ends with your blood !"
Jonathon.Cronin
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AUTUMN 2009 |