I Have Begun To Think Of Life

History Says, Don’t Hope On This Side Of The Grave, But Then, Once In A Lifetime The Longed-for Tidal Wave Of Justice Can Rise Up, And Hope And History Rhyme

Irish Readers, British Readers, American Readers: Is It Odd That I Haven't A Clue About How Differently They React? Or Better Say, I Cannot Find The Words To Describe My Hunch About Them.

In Off The Moors, Down Through The Mist Beams, God-cursed Grendel Came Greedily Loping.

Smile As You Find A Rhythm Working You, Slow Mile By Mile, Into Your Proper Haunt.

Walk On Air Against Your Better Judgement.