Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Rag Tree

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A thousand dances for Patrick’s stone eyes:   leg-kicking heel-tapping thigh-slapping; each rag a soul treading thin air.    ...
Thursday, October 29, 2015

A familiar state

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Writer’s Block   Nothing lands on this plain, nothing moves but its seeping emptiness.   Goggled pilot high above this...
Sunday, October 25, 2015

At one with nature

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The reliance of humans on nature has suffered from the rise of modern religion. The disappearance of deities of the earth and our own el...
Wednesday, October 21, 2015

The Silver River

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    Jacket, shirt and shoes,   his socks and trousers neat on the bank;   a small crowd watching from the bridge.    silver r...
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Saturday, October 17, 2015

A carefree lazy time

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Summer Orchard Evening   On an evening when apple was eating the worm, tree grating the sun with some clouds, dusty bird...
Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Light: Man-made

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Light: Man-made   The lights go out down our street, through the town, country, world;   all that fits so easily inside a head....
Friday, October 9, 2015

Seamus Begley "The Bold Kerryman"

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Here is Annie Laurie from Seamus Begley’s new album, The Bold Kerryman . What a beautiful voice he has. The song is based, in all lik...
Monday, October 5, 2015

Magical Fore

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    This is Fore. It is one of the few places I know where a stone building sits as comfortably into natural surroundings as thoug...
Thursday, October 1, 2015

Reflection

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  The sunlight on the back of your neck, ear-lobes, hair; the page-reflected glow onto your chin, dimming upward towards you...
Saturday, September 26, 2015

A Reflection on Love and Age

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  So, I suddenly find myself within a few weeks of my sixtieth birthday. And, of course, (life being a countdown), I have been expecting...
Friday, September 25, 2015

A Memory of my Father

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A Memory of my Father   Shaft of Sunlight, reflection off a million specks of dust, fed his face with lines and grace.   S...
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Saturday, September 19, 2015

Depression. One Fruit

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I must have written this on a quiet night. Occasionally I get depressed. Then the forward flow  of life is arrested and a disappointment...
Monday, September 14, 2015

Yesterday

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    A poem you said I should write.    An African nurse on your ward, born the day after her   grandmother died, called Yest...
Thursday, September 10, 2015

Tried and trusted strategies for improving political image

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1.        The party leader during prolonged applause should let his/her gaze travel along the balcony, whether there is or is not a balcon...
Sunday, September 6, 2015

Pain

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  Frida Kahlo knew more about pain than almost any artist I can think of. No surprise then that her paintings need go no further tha...