Tag: ‘Mass’
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‘Sylvia Plath You are Dead’ and other poems by Elaine Feeney
Charles Bukowski is my Dad He stands with me in the best-dressed-lady-line, holding open my pearl lace umbrella to the ravaging Galway rain. He calls me up on blue Mondays and gives me whiskey on bold Fridays. He fills up my father-space He fills up my mind-space He fills up my hot-water bottle His advice…