Wild Horses – the painting from a poem

Piebald-soul PIEBALD-SOUL “It is said in Ceannconn — the Head of the Hound — the Black and Tans came for my great-grandfather’s horse, a piebald horse that ate windfall apples from a child’s palm, who back-burdened their small farm, who cart-pulled a whole clan the miles to Schull for Sunday mass. They came for his Read More

Ballad For Wounded Hearts

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