Donal Mahoney
Photo: giuvax
In my hand, I squeeze this trinity of walnuts tighter till louder than the tot who’s rapped her elbow off the radiator, I can hear clearer than the sirens I’ve heard all these years real fear as walnuts whimper
Categories: Frontpage · poetry
Tags: poetry, therapy, walnut
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