The Great War
My fathers were the honey men
Bowling, Tim
Dead Whale on the Ferry Causeway
Your only mourners are the stars.
The Return
I found a fish head on the road
Golden Gloves
I know death follows, though it might be far.
Kelp
This is how to learn patience in the frenzied world.
Spectrum
In Ireland, I ran up a steep hill to try to find the sky,
Gutting
I scatter the news of atrocity
Hell's Gate: 1913
That year, the dead outgaped the stars; they did not blink
Dolly Varden
This should have been the name of my first girlfriend, not
Old Barns
Starlight especially seems to love them
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