Those thorns of love wound so tightly around your heart have penetrated deep into its chambers, and sharpness abounds. Muscle and flesh are separated into bloody serrated wounds, which have left their marks, invisible to all but you, the one who bears the scars. Kim M. Russell, 17th May 2021 Image by Sarah Wolfe on […]
Day: May 17, 2021
Tir na Nog
We set up camp on the island, with fires and poteen to warmour skin and the cocklesof our hearts. We danced to the rhythm of the bodhran, sang along to guitars and fiddles,and the rise and fall of uillean pipes’ plaintive songs. The faeries all but laughed at our night-befores and morning-afters, lingering headache hangoversof […]
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