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another waiting room; another waiting room (04/25/2024)
the tracts where sleep ran
ducts thru navel
smoky rivers, freshly stained
while we wait, fidgeting in a
too-big waiting room
too big for just the two of us
too small for all the thoughts
too small
for the silence .
it smells like a barber shop
and the fixtures buzz idly
bright, but flickering
and I remember that
you can't smoke in public anym...
Thursday 25th April 2024 5:35 pm
She runs...
She runs down the
meadow
Catching grasping at her
breath
Faster faster
Legs akimbo
While her shadow
crept.
Words By Dad + Roisin
Foto Tommy Carroll
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Saturday 29th October 2016 9:05 pm
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