Write Whatever You Like!

I Rhyme… To See Myself, To Set The Darkness Echoing.

Strange, It Is A Huge Nothing That We Fear.

Between My Finger And My Thumb The Squat Pen Rests; Snug As A Gun. ~from The Poem "digging

Loyalism, Or Unionism, Or Protestantism, Or Whatever You Want To Call It, In Northern Ireland - It Operates Not As A Class System, But A Caste System.

The End Of Art Is Peace.