
The Island, 1923 by Steve Denehan
Everything is mutedthe landscapethe sky the peoplein their dull clotheswith their dull faces they walkslowlyto the pub they walkslowlyfrom the pub each day walking, to talkto the same peopleabout the same things there is a boatthat sails from the islandto the mainland each dayand each dayit is empty Continue reading The Island, 1923 by Steve Denehan