This old familiar story of heading back to/The mainland, to so-called ambition and economics./History repeating history, poet rendering poet, a country/That cannot hold its citizens within its grasp.
‘Now my generation’s leaving, a generation going away, a generation that didn’t cause this mess, but the generation that has to pay.’
ANONYMOUS I’ve fallen out with my younger brother, Not the first time, Probably not the last. This time has a never before finality. Now separated by an ocean, We won’t be home for Sunday dinner, The lethargy of overeating overpowering …