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       News  Dublin poet laureate Morehead releases newest poetry collection 'The Plague Doctor' chronicles the eerie and chilling  by  Nicole Gonzales  / Danville San Ramon  Uploaded: Tue, May 16, 2023, 8:54 pm   0 Time to read: about 3 minutes Dublin writer and city poet laureate James Morehead has published his newest collection of poems, entitled "The Plague Doctor". Cover of "The Plague Doctor" by Dublin author James Morehead. The book is Morehead's third published poetry collection. (Image courtesy Morehead) The new book, which Morehead celebrated with a launch event last weekend at The Frame Company and Art Gallery in Dublin, draws  from eerie and chilling inspirations -- something different from what Morehead has written in the past. The poet spoke to the Weekly about his reflections on the book and what he hopes readers will take away from it. "My first two books leaned heavily into memoir poems; they were influenced b...

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