Tag: Fringe First Award 2019)

  • “Edinburgh Castle” and other poems by Eva O’Connor

    “Edinburgh Castle” and other poems by Eva O’Connor

    I. Edinburgh Castle I proposition you I splat my soul onto cobble stones While you have a fag You smell the same Of sweat and the burnt dust from shite parcans expertly rigged You smell the same But everything is different Your edges are rougher , You are thinner now Your eyes sparkle less than…