I want to stand in busy streets. Where unfamiliar faces meet. Feel the rush, as…
Through wet marshland Gawking at the farm hand Stood in off white glory Still and…
A Reply to ‘O Captain, My Captain’ by Walt Whitman My love, My love…
I remember the day you left We walked in the park Sat on the bench…
They watch me – You know Beady eyes – follow shallow steps I creep tipped…
Yesterday’s leaves have fallen, Concealing grounds below Bare and barron trees Changing scenery we know…
A day to bloom Read, write, articulate – Consume Pen to paper – Become creator…
It was a cool crisp evening, as Henry turned onto lower Montgomery Street. He was…
Wrapped in duvets Beneath it all – Darkness Until the days, the nights Resume their…
Oisin Kelly Writes 