My Body Was Braille For

Smile As You Find A Rhythm Working You, Slow Mile By Mile, Into Your Proper Haunt.

The Ireland I Now Inhabit Is One That These Irish Contemporaries Have Helped To Imagine.

I've Nothing Against The Queen Personally: I Had Lunch At The Palace Once Upon A Time.

The Main Thing Is To Write For The Joy Of It. Cultivate A Work-lust That Imagines Its Haven Like Your Hands At Night Dreaming The Sun In The Sunspot Of A Breast. You Are Fasted Now, Light-headed, Dangerous. Take Off From Here.

As Writers And Readers, As Sinners And Citizens, Our Realism And Our Aesthetic Sense Make Us Wary Of Crediting The Positive Note.