Quarry
Extinct, fallow, weed-clogged
Cavities of harvested air
Look down upon the harbour
Where familial rock is set
Cut square and thrown
With brutal care beneath
These same feet passing mine
On this and other Sundays
© PJ Nolan 2005
Mother Mary
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My mother, Mary Margaret, has died.
Three days ago.
I'd like to write more now, but she was very private, and did not want
public obituaries or death n...
4 days ago