Mikael O'Doughartaigh Poetry

Mikael O'Doughartaigh Poems

i wrote you a monody
your bones curling into victorian fences,
your fingernails still growing,
out into the dirt-and-grass lands
your letter came in my mailbox not two days ago.

i read it aloud, breathing in each... more

Poet: Mikael O'Doughartaigh

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rat-poison, tar, apple-cider
it is as black as night out
but we stay late in the grass
in our shorts, catching butterflies
all i can smell is smoke
the scent of my mother on the front porch,
cigarette dangling from her hand

Poet: Mikael O'Doughartaigh

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