The Emerald Isle Herselfby Romina Ramos I came for love but stayed for the island.Those were the greenest eyes I have everswam in but by fuck they were the coldest. The friendliest townsfolk, well sure afterthree rounds with a stout lady before lunchany man would seem like a pal to ya. I have sat underneath… Continue reading The Emerald Isle Herself
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Hand Me Downs
Hand me downsby Romina Ramos You might understand,if you’d ever had to play mousein the middle, while your school palsspun you round and threw unwantedNikes and Adidas trackies at you. You would know why I amso defensive over my favourite hoodie,why I keep my trainers in their boxes,match my bandanas and socks. Fashion was just… Continue reading Hand Me Downs
Star of Hope (1883)
Star of Hope (1883) One hour and forty-five minutes is howlong it took to walk to the mouth of thebeast that swallowed you, and back. Along the way is where I found you. Inthe distance you looked like a group of peoplecrouching, a consortium of people. I thought maybe fishermen, or women,which reminded me of… Continue reading Star of Hope (1883)
High
Yesterday I smoked poetry, I
rolled metaphors into a blunt
and got high on the first stanza…
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