Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Winter Morning Roscommon

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Lost in the city is the sense of seasons changing. Snowdrops, daffodils,stands of primroses,lambs,that early summer oppulent growth in hedge...
Sunday, June 26, 2011

With You

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There is a day in every relationship, a make or break day. If 'break' there is no reclaimation;those days make sore memories. With Y...
Thursday, June 23, 2011

Capitalism: The System That Works...(for us)

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Nice to live in Western Europe or Northern America. Capitalism:our system, the clean system that works. Well, as an Irishman, a system that ...
Monday, June 20, 2011

A Moment Certified By Lovers.

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It's a certifiable moment a punch-drunk second a pulse's high tide. A dog eats grass a water drop shivers a barrel fills to its brim...
Friday, June 17, 2011

Life`s Memories

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Trains: straining for that last fleeting glimpse; phonecalls: mis-understandings, badly chosen words; youthful infatuations remembered in am...
Sunday, June 12, 2011

A Taste of Emptiness

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I arrived in Dublin in 1973, having joined the Bank of Ireland, and was training in the Head Office in Baggot Street. Away from home, it was...
Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Communion Girls.

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Small white spinning tops; tinkered with children parade affectation, grotesque display of competing Hail Marys. On May 25th doll darlings a...

Exploiting Fears For Profit

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So much attention paid nowadays to the individual’s right to self-respect and dignity. And yet the incessant bombardment of people to be wha...
Saturday, June 4, 2011

The Dog

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A dog built around his snarling teeth demonstrates human instincts when I cross his ground. Glass stare, no, spikes from his face, his cr...
Thursday, June 2, 2011

History Recorded and Available Online

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Amazing what's preserved and easily available online.Youtube is of course an amazing resource for finding just about anything; how about...
Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Miners Town

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"Carry slack" she says to the spires of smoke stealing away from Miners Town where every child is born to carry a bucket. In the e...
Sunday, May 29, 2011

A Child's Imagination

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It doesn't take much. Under a hedge was a tunnel, a tree was a fortress, long grass was crawling with unfriendly natives, wildlife, what...
Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The Beginning of Science

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Long before Saint Patrick, leather-footed musicians would keyhole dawn to catch the sun in ice candles. They played those flames on strings,...
Sunday, May 22, 2011

Emigration out of Ireland

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I honestly thought that the subject of this poem belonged to an Ireland that had passed. I was conscious of the fact that it described a sta...
Friday, May 20, 2011

Growing Up

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Shortly you will trace lines, leave, join the herds, leave your trail among the trails meandering over the hills. We are part of...