My dad came home from work and sat on the black leather couch in the living room. He always sat in the same spot. He always looked tired. Every night went the same: first work, then couch until the ... [+]
Poetry
At first, it seemed a movement of
spontaneous joy;
a pause,
a stretch of arms and hands,
a
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I am rarely in a pub
I had never been in Kerry
but that evening I found myself
in a pub in
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