This poem is taken from Stand 227, 18(3) September - November 2020.
Three Poems
Silk Road Diversion
Soon after receiving breakfast, safely removed
to armchair control, father repeats for fun the boast –
eighty five percent Irish, you know.
Wasn’t there a lone representation, a separation from the tribe,
...
Silk Road Diversion
Soon after receiving breakfast, safely removed
to armchair control, father repeats for fun the boast –
eighty five percent Irish, you know.
Wasn’t there a lone representation, a separation from the tribe,
...
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