Tag: The North
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Grafted: Referendum 2018 and other poems by Ann Leahy
Making for Open Today she is learning to walk again. One month after a minor fall, my mother heaves and plants each foot in turn, toes dragging the hardwood floor. Her eyes are fixed ahead as far as they can go beyond her new walking frame, which she grips and shoves, elbows unbent, as if…