Bitter Winds by Oisin Breen

The bitterest of winds litter these pages
That chronicle our days.

And bitter they must be,
For with each new life,
They must they begin again
To wear us down, to carve
And etch truth upon our masks.

And with each new instance
As the story is told,
Some truth
Is lost.

A poet, part-time academic in narratological complexity, and financial journalist, Dublin born Oisín Breen's widely reviewed debut collection, ‘Flowers, all sorts in blossom, figs, berries, and fruits, forgotten’ was released Mar. 2020. Breen has been published in a number of journals, including About Place, the Blue Nib, Books Ireland, the Seattle Star, Modern Literature, La Piccioletta Barca, the Bosphorus Review of Books, the Kleksograph, In Parentheses, the Madrigal, and Dreich magazine.