Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Ena's Portrait

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I am looking at a portrait of Ena; the artist’s view of Ena; the artist catching something of Ena much deeper than facial express...
Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Perspective

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I’ve been seeing January migrations of geese in the powder blue sky above Dublin; those ever-shifting arrows sign-posting exotic, f...
Thursday, January 25, 2018

Mist on the Mountain

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The hunch-backed hag is dragging plants from out of the ground, black ridges etched into the hillside. She pays me no attention thou...
Monday, January 22, 2018

Clearing out

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Emptying shelves onto the floor. Thirty years: defunct, useless stuff clogging up the box room. Fuck it out, all of it. Pack...
Thursday, January 18, 2018

Homeward

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In the beautiful days of childhood, I was a kite filled with the exhilaration of blue skies; trees I climbed presented their branches...
Monday, January 15, 2018

The fact that cannot be known until the time is ripe.....................................

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When you reach the end, turn around and start back. More slowly now, more deliberate, less wasteful. There is little time, none t...
Saturday, January 13, 2018

You Asleep

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I am watching you sleeping; withdrawn to that room, your nightly retreat, where you will go at the end to nurse the petering flam...
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Monday, January 8, 2018

My Head's Full Of

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My head’s full of scrap, the clanking mass of. A full-tide of worries shifting uneasily in the attic has the feet of my stomach ped...
Sunday, January 7, 2018

Nightlife

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Fox is a streak, an orange flame, pulled by the snout, a meteorite tail behind him. Slinking across the street, he stops dead centre ...
Wednesday, January 3, 2018

The Day Passing

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In the hospital, Mary Byrne has not spoken for almost three hours. All afternoon she has been following the progress of three...
Saturday, December 30, 2017

Cruelty

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After rubbing his hands vigorously, Paul presented his right to the teacher, who smashed the bamboo down on it, then hit his knuck...
Tuesday, December 26, 2017

In This Mood

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Sometimes,  perfect renderings of still life might signify a state of mind. In this mood, things become more defined, absolute, m...
Thursday, December 21, 2017

Christmas Song

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I wrote this as a song a number of years ago. I wanted to write another Fairytale of New York............okay, okay, no harm   trying or wi...
Saturday, December 16, 2017

Visit Issue 4 of ​AvantAppal(achia)

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Visit http://www.avantappalachia.com/ ,  if  only to read Gabriel Rosenstock's gorgeous submission. It's very fine; beautifully pres...
Wednesday, December 13, 2017

The Terrorist

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I’m exploring a village in County Roscommon, a quaint little place on the banks of the Shannon. I’m strolling around, trying to catch t...