Three Children
Three Children written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyn She said she wanted children: “Two girls and a boy,...
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Éire 1948
Éire 1948 written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng In 1948 we heard, The beginnings of a distant world...
Gates
Gates written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng We walked by Lancaster Gates, Your hair glistening to the summer...
September 10th, 2023
September 10th, 2023 written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng My notes are like a carriageway, compressed of idle...
Imaginary Conversation in The Countryside
Imaginary Conversation in The Countryside written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Little lamb, beaming eyes and beating: I...
She Lay Outside The Palace
She Lay Outside The Palace written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Digging her arms so deep, she needed...
How Does it Feel?
How Does it Feel? written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Do pulling bullets make you feel more of...
The Meaning of Love
The Meaning of Love written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng “Rain. It is always raining. Has it ever...
Gentile and Jew
Gentile and Jew written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Walked in the rain to find you, Festive colours...
Herds
Herds written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Racing against the rails, they said, Real-time in a sunshine barrel,...
The Sun Shines Over The Mountain
The Sun Shines Over The Mountain written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Mary wiped the crude, emasculated dust...
The Present Tense
The Present Tense written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Now is the winter of my discord tense. A...
Jeremiah
Jeremiah written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Did he come back today? It’s been two years apart, And...
Klaus
Klaus written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Paintings solemnly saturate the records, Black, white in stick silhouettes Cigarette...
