Boarding School
The classrooms are large
poetry
I Am A Prophet
These words I speak have been given
Not Another Belfast Poem
This is not another Belfast poem
Portavogie
I remember under Scrabo
The Parker Pen
After morning assembly one of Mrs. Agama's spies came to her.
Penny
One penny found in the street
Know Them
three pairs of earth shoes
Firewood (for Carolyn Gammon)
You're happy
Mud, Sticks, Food
Somewhere a house is empty of these lives
Unimagined Child
climbing into the attic of your childhood home
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