g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
He ambled up like a courtly mustang.
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
This is my least favorite life
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Storms are swirling round our heads but we're not listening
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Just the clouds and the sheep
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
St. Kieran has left the building
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Were we friends, were we lovers
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
The belltower that summoned the monks
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Home of the rebels
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
The houses stood in a line
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
So something bad had happened to our first church...
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
The unquiet grave
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
The wonky fence and the three little pots that sat snugly together
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
... and the Joycean Canon
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Ponte dei industrial Sospiri
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
The bricks, the weeds and the stunned lion
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Just you and I, holding hands
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
I turned my face away and dreamed about you
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Bridge bit
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
There once was a poodle who thought he was a cowboy
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Now kids, don't tell me I never take you anywhere nice
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
The dead and their peculiar cities
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Alternative holiday destination