Mum, I kissed a man Mum, I kissed a man, His lips were my favourite meal I stayed calm not to squeal His breath was all the dew on daffodils Petals fell from his face His smile was worth an Oscar The sun rose in his tone, Our moustaches played with each other Mum, I…… Continue reading 3 Poems
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Quest Conference Talks: Pádraig Ó Tuama
I stayed here for your AGM last night. I don’t know if I’ve ever stayed intentionally for a group’s AGM. They’re not things that I’m overly fond of. But I was moved last night listening to your stories, because what struck me was that you’re particularly attuned and aware to the possibility of marginalisation, and the possibility of isolation that people have, and that the concerns…… Continue reading Quest Conference Talks: Pádraig Ó Tuama