Tag Archives: Paul Connolly

Walk among the Leaves

And like him then, you hear that Kev! times four, scraped baritone in off-stage hubbub from the field’s over-forties football. Horse chestnut leaves minister your feet, like it was before for him, though as the world narrows, brown and sere, … Continue reading

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Red Valerian

Sudden and huge, they loll freeborn over the walls and beds alongside the garden path in brazen seduction. The surprise is longed-for, red vulgarity overdue on the garden’s boredom, its monotony of municipal green, red on its ashen browns, its … Continue reading

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