Saturday, July 28, 2018

Poem beside your hospital bed

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Your face that I loved has changed so completely that I already know Our time has gone. And, as dying like a sandstorm rearranges yo...
Saturday, July 21, 2018

Wheel

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In this wheel I am spokes, smile and scowl. Tonight, careering around the town, I see all the pub doors closing and take i...
Monday, July 16, 2018

Visiting the Corsetmaker

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 It was ireland in the sixties. Corset conversation veered very close to immodesty. Michael O'Hehir was the voice of Sunday afternoon...
Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Aging

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Since my molecules are disbanding, I am becoming invisible, each day a little more unseen. As self-belief flickers, I see less...
Thursday, July 5, 2018

Discovery

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I am a fish, a sleek white sliver swimming above the ground. Eyes all around are agog, not mine; they are open as mirrors ar...
Wednesday, July 4, 2018

‘Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion

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‘What are we?’ I ruminate; flat stone skipping over water. ‘What are we?’ opposite wall in blind alley. ‘What are we?’ ar...
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Nightee Night Night

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A boy, stripy pyjamas astray in the woods, is walking, bare feet in the leaf litter, beneath woozy woozy woozy drunken trees. ...
Thursday, June 28, 2018

Beaten by life

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I had a friend who was beaten by life.  A keen poet once, by no means a great poet, but most extraordinarly honest and brave; think of a g...
Sunday, June 24, 2018

Hallucinatory

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“Hallucinatory”, you say! Sky, earth,animal concentricly ringed. Lives: stone, stone and river, river, human. Hallucinatory: spirals...
Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Bird Bones and poetry

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AvantAppal(achia) 5 is now online; i t gives me the perfect reason to repost this photo; se e why at  https://www.avantappalachia.com/   ...
Monday, June 18, 2018

Childhood, religion, fear.

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Sunfire sunset raging in the western sky meant Hell was out of control beyond the Galway Road. Clouds, carrying the flames e...
Wednesday, June 13, 2018

I heard a fly buzz

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"I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –   ………………………………– and then I could not see to see –"                                    ...
Tuesday, June 12, 2018

I Love You

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The purple heads of the chives standing on their bottle-green stalks were June’s bright soldiers above the dun-coloured sandstone; b...
Friday, June 8, 2018

Beads of Rain

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Beads of rain made blinking eyes of the water, thousands of strings unravelled, the pond filled, became agitated. It was for thi...
Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Old Man

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Oh, that’s not who he is, age is just the cap on his head. And cranky: it’s what he’s been holding since youth, his rebellion....