Nobody is an expert Nobody knows everything Some people know somethingI want to go here I want to go there …
Little Victories. A poem by Fin Brennan
The days are getting longer The days are getting shorter Whether or not that’s possible So much to be done …
Out of The Black. A poem by Fin Brennan
The clocks are counting down To something The world is heading towards Something The gangs of the universe are going …
The Last Time. Poetry from Fin Brennan
I wonder who the last person I hugged was? I remember the last person I kissed Isn’t that interesting? Those …
Ghost Town. A poem by Fin Brennan
Nothing is going on anywhere Even if it tries to have something going on This town, like many, is eerily …