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Troubles

by Alexa O'Kane

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About the Book
This is the story of a child growing up in war-torn Northern Ireland; of a musician who migrated to the United States with only $50 and a guitar; of a man who braved the bridges of New York City and the collapse of the Twin Towers. This is the story of Patrick O'Kane.

From the turbulent streets of Troubles-era Derry to the highest barrels of the George Washington Bridge, the poems of Troubles explore a daughter's interpretations of a father's life that has been anything but ordinary.
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https://alexaokane.com/
Features & Details
  • Primary Category: Poetry
  • Additional Categories Ireland, Biographies & Memoirs
  • Project Option: 6×9 in, 15×23 cm
    # of Pages: 70
  • Isbn
    • Softcover: 9781034788034
  • Publish Date: Apr 14, 2021
  • Language English
  • Keywords memoir, Poetry, 9/11, Troubles
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About the Creator
alexaokane
Alexa O'Kane
New York

Alexa is a current MFA candidate at The New School’s Creative Writing program with a concentration in Writing for Children & Young Adults. Before moving to NYC to pursue her career and higher education opportunities, Alexa graduated Summa Cum Laude from Champlain College in 2021 with a major in Professional Writing and focus in Creative Writing. Alexa’s debut nonfiction poetry book, Troubles, premiered in May 2021 and is available via Target, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Blurb. Her poem, “They’ll Tear it Down” appeared in Pinnacle Anthology in spring 2019; “Hot & Sour Soup,” “50￠ a Cup,” and “The End” were published in Willard & Maple in May 2021; “Bowl or No Bowl” was featured in the first issue of Sage Soup in 2021; “The Guy Who Stabbed Jesus,” “Blue Jeans,” “Control Freak,” and “A Quaint Little Tragedy” were chosen for The Empty Magazine in 2021; and “God Spoke to Me Through the Car Stereo” was selected for the spring 2021 issue of The Bryant Literary Review.

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