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The diary of an American recently tranplanted in Dublin, Ireland. Watch as I search for a job, a new life and a decent, regular cup of coffee.
2016-03-19 18:53
By Charles Bukowskiif it doesn't come bursting out of youin spite of everything,don't do it.unless it comes unasked out of yourheart and your mind and your mouthand your gut,don't do it.if y… Read More
2016-03-19 18:53
I know I'm getting older because time has become this quick, cruel trickster. Even though individual days or certain weeks can feel like lifetimes, the general passage of time seems to have… Read More
2016-03-19 18:53
Today's post is brought to you courtesy of Wake Up and Smell the Coffee, who was kind enough to tag me and give me an easy post. I remain somewhat incommunicative lately, even falling off th… Read More
2016-03-19 18:53
Hope you enjoyed Poetry Month. I have to confess that it was nice to know my blog had a post every day, with minimal effort from me. It was sort of like having a self-cleaning house or a sel… Read More
2009-04-29 00:17
By Billy CollinsI wondered about youwhen you told me never to leavea box of wooden, strike-anywhere matcheslying around the house because the micemight get into them and start a fire.But you… Read More
2009-04-28 00:37
By Lucille Clifton these hips are big hips.they need space tomove around in.they don't fit into littlepetty places. these hipsare free hips.they don't like to be held back.these hips have ne… Read More
2009-04-26 00:17
By Charles BaudelaireTranslated by Louis SimpsonYou have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your… Read More
2009-04-25 00:17
By Langston HughesHold fast to dreams For if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow Read More
2009-04-24 00:07
By Albert Bigelow PaineThe long, gray moss that softly swings In solemn grandeur from the trees, Like mournful funeral draperies,--A brown-winged bird that never sings.A shallow, stagnan… Read More

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