Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.


Don't Call Again

Your words fell heavy as melted dreams
They drip pointed tears on a marble floor
Broke into icy crystals scattered in all directions
And cut deep into that glazed surface.

♞♜♝

Cut a gouge to taunt me
Of what was lost
When coldness took the place of
Affection, honesty, and warmth


⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.  

Don’t Call Again

Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.


Don't Call Again

Your words fell heavy as melted dreams
They drip pointed tears on a marble floor
Broke into icy crystals scattered in all directions
And cut deep into that glazed surface.

♞♜♝

Cut a gouge to taunt me
Of what was lost
When coldness took the place of
Affection, honesty, and warmth


⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.  

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