Sunday, February 26, 2012

Marine.

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Prostrate on the beach, a slop of sea pulse, a glob black as chewed tobacco fallen from the lip. My mother said - the sea is sick, it's ...
Tuesday, February 21, 2012

How poetry can save your life

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John Betjeman, at one time Britains’s Poet Laureate and best-selling poet, produced umpteen lovable rhyming poems. I’m very fond of them mys...
Thursday, February 16, 2012

Tonight I Nearly Died.

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Tonight I nearly died in the Sunday chain returning to Dublin. A scythe arched onto the road; as I rushed I nearly overtook life. What did I...
Saturday, February 11, 2012

Familial Conflict

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The wars go deeper, the psychology is deeply considered and brutal, the routes beneath the skin are so well known. No surprise then that civ...
Monday, February 6, 2012

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This wonderful photograph by John Minihan appeared in Shadows From the Pale, Portrait of an Irish Town, (Martin Secker & Warburg Limited...

Missing Guinness Advert

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I'm very partial to a pint of Guinness,and for the moment I'm able to afford one or two, (though that could change anytime soon). An...
Thursday, February 2, 2012

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inside this room, this rain, light is a mood like cigarette smoke or drizzle or cloud; we hang within it, our brains lanterns.
Saturday, January 28, 2012

A New Order Please

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As time goes by, as establishments age, their charters/constitutions age and they become more estranged from their constituencies. Organizat...
Thursday, January 26, 2012

Free Energy

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Almost,if they'll allow it.

They Gave Me a Chair

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They Gave Me A Chair. I either read about or saw a picture of Simone de Beauvoir sitting on a chair above the grave at Sartre's funeral....
Saturday, January 21, 2012

Launching Poetry Bus 3

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Poetry magazines are precarious ventures at the best of times, so you have to admire and congratulate Peadar O’Donoghue, creator of Poetry B...
Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Pearse Hutchinson

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On the locker-lid a biscuit-wrapping ............................... torn, waves in a sudden breeze just like a flower. Pearse Hutchinson 20...
Saturday, January 14, 2012

Your Crying

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Your crying: The silver streams Of your eyes, The radiant red cheeks, The choking on words, The gullish. Somehow I think of a voice Curling ...
Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Watching Her Watching Films

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Three poems about small, intimate moments near the beginning of a relationship. 1. I watched the film on her face; settled into that landsca...
Friday, January 6, 2012

She Leaves.

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She leaves a country of mountain tops, pencil points in nothing and crosses on current arrows to where the sun shines on a space. Angels loo...