Manchester Tarot

October comes cold
To this magpie country.
By the brittle light
Of frail mornings
I divine my day's fortune
In the raucous dance
Of blue-black wings.
Now white, now black,
Now sorrow, now joy,
Blind faith and pathless destiny
Time's arrow points the way.

Antebellum

These are the days of confusion
A sudden maelstrom spun from the glance of an eye,
From the dawning of a thought.
The night dies, the sun rises
A dream spans the space between breaths

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Biography

Paul Looby was born in Waterford, Ireland in 1974. After studying biochemistry in Dublin and Dundee, he now lives and works in Manchester, trying to write poetry and prose in between times (and succeeding
sometimes).