By the smell of iron and roses By the taste of sugar and blood  By the sound of her voice laced  with kudzu blossoms and honey suckle, nectar dripping against  my neck.  I knew her...

In a small bar set snugly in the middle of Dublin’s busiest street, an elderly couple toasted each other over drinks on the most popular Irish holiday: St. Patrick’s Day. The bar around them was noisy...