David Selzer is a writer of poetry, prose fiction, screenplays and stage plays. He embraces digital platforms to share his work of more than fifty years… READ MORE


  • LLANBADRIG

    Shipwrecked on his way to Ireland, the saint

    was washed ashore to the foot of the cliff:

    founded the church we walk uphill towards

    between hedgerows of honeysuckle

    and meadowsweet. The church squares to the wind.

    A cemetery of slate edges the cliff.

    We look down. A seal bobs by the lobster pots.



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