Shia Conlon is a writer and artist whose work has been centered around marginalized voices and growing up in the landscape of working-class Catholic Ireland. His research is focused on non-linear time, queer representation, archives, language, and memory.
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The fog spilled in
And you were cleaned by it or
The fog rolled in and
Created a halo of blur all around your head
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You were lost, but — you didn’t feel it
The fog came in and made for you
Your own wholly clouded sky
And
along with it
Sensations
And tools of measurement
for the task ahead
Sky by Shia Conlon
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