Thursday, September 29, 2016

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...
Saturday, September 24, 2016

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Final Breath in memory of Pearse Hutchinson In that last moment your breath halted in your mouth; the  air teetered on your ton...
Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Not normal

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Outsider I was born in a tree. Before words rustled, thoughts rustled. Caught, netted in November;  the leaves fallen...
Saturday, September 17, 2016

Where The Poetry Comes From

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Fathomless blue; Blue sky. Two swallows proclaiming it Are extravagant Dancers in an empty ballroom. A church bell chim...
Monday, September 12, 2016

Artur Widak Exhibition in Rathmines College's Culture Night Programme

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Artur Widak  is a Polish photojournalist, currently based in Dublin. His striking images have been highly acclaimed and published intern...
Friday, September 9, 2016

The Tide's High Blood Mark

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                        (Before The Firing Squad) Ready                         The sun's tide             is licking...
Monday, September 5, 2016

A Culture Night Miscellany in Rathmines

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I'm really looking forward to joining  Kevin Hora, Maggie Breheny and Anne Marie McGowan for A Culture Night Miscellany of poetry, mus...

Do we torture what we don't like the look of ?

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Marine. Prostrate on the beach, a slop of sea pulse, a glob black as chewed tobacco fallen from the lip. My mother sa...
Thursday, September 1, 2016

Old Man

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The tyre hanging in the garden is proof that children used to  play there; but in the breeze it’s a shaking head. Today snowfla...
Sunday, August 28, 2016

A poem with a Mantegna painting

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The Lamentation over the Dead Chris Mantegna, in his lifetime, was criticised for imitating sculpture: the loss of warmth that ...
Friday, August 26, 2016

Goodnight to my wished for lover

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Goodnight,  goodnight. ̶ .   I’d like to smash goodnight down  onto your head                  and with those stars write l...
Monday, August 22, 2016

The Fire

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A passion/a destruction. I am in a fire. I am the fire.  It is a place. I am within it.  It is a destruction. That will give. T...
Friday, August 19, 2016

A Brief Note on an Imminent Famine.

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Everyone here will starve: each bone will be a stripe, each hand a bowl, each leg a stick. Then there'll be the glutton...
Monday, August 15, 2016

A Snagging Memory

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Before The End. The bedside lamp shone in the pool of her eye; it made her teeth translucent, runnelled her face. Daylight...
Thursday, August 11, 2016

Fragile Nature

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Interference. A fish is dreaming, elbow deep. With my fingertip I draw a herring-bone across his heaven; he bolts. No...