I like to say important words are obvious words

..and to Mona it had looked like the hero carrying his dead lover...

My longed for leaver From lover pool

Finally after all these years , It feels Belfast’s finally been released .

She’d been sitting On such pretty hot days she sits and makes lists. Out her box window, she watches the café, the bent backed couples, coughing up quiet lettuce,

A time before the books in brown paper bags and the relentless search on the internet for 'sluts' who were only a bus ride away.

He looked like a child’s drawing of a man; too much brown crayon. His milk bottle legs poked out from underneath his too short trousers, the snail trail scars on his shell fists,