When you really love someone, you love everything about them, even the little things. You’re in love with Ben and Jerry: you love everything from the source of all their milk down to the very smallest chocolate chip. You know
“Thanks for Coming Out” (June 24, 2017) Dublin is a city infested with flaccid rainbows stretched out over every available inch, smeared across windows, buses, faces–smothering acceptance too eager to be genuine; slogans smelted in the blue fire of revolution
Monday 17th Bathroom Our first major day in Galway kicked off with perhaps the most experimental theatre piece yet, a 15-minute show set in a bathroom. As there was no live acting, only the recording of a voice played
Ma, Da, duck, cheese- these were a few of my first words. A somewhat meager handful if you ask me, although I did have rather small hands back then. In hindsight, I do not believe that any of my first
On Friday (July 7th), we went out and about towards County Wicklow. Keith, our guide from an earlier excursion, made his return, and Marcella’s brother James also joined us for the day. Our first stop was at Joyce tower, which
Dancing in the Rain Doom and Gloom and Sadness. This is Ireland, I’m assured. But though I try, It’s just not the Ireland that I see. When I walk the streets of Dublin, When I chat up a country
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Disclaimer: I was not able to take any photographs of the site myself for fear of disturbing the faery folk. My research into the lives and careers of the following brave, presumably mortal photographers was not able to uncover any