It's 8pm on Sunday evening. The weather is calm and it's nice out. Me and my dog Charlie take a walk and of course he's excited It's his first time on the beach and he loves it I take him off the lead and he walks along beside me He sniffs around the sand Runs … Continue reading #67 – Tramore
Category: Poetry
#64 – The Risk
Take the risk Ask the first question Take the drink and have strange conversations Find yourself Be strange, Be fucked up, Be real, Take the risk Get out there, be who you are You may lose friends Your father may be embarrassed by you Be you Find you Take the risk Get out there into … Continue reading #64 – The Risk

