Saturday, May 30, 2020

On a Rock of Flails

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The cormorants are oil slick standing on a rock of flails, a witch's exile. Beseech, forever perhaps, the frozen ocean,  tw...
Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Lowerymore River at Barnesmore Gap

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Sinuous river, beer-brown water, easing past bows where heaped granite stones, rounded beneath numberless years flow, curl...
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Monday, May 25, 2020

The Swans of Derravaragh

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The story of the Children of Lir is familiar to many Irish people from Irish folklore; the story originates, I believe, in Scandinavia. It ...
Friday, May 22, 2020

An Long Corcra - The Purple Ship

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An Long Corcra An spéir glas leathsféarúil, díon craiceáilte mo theach, bobaire lán le cruthaíocht. Na páirceanna gorma spraíúil,...
Wednesday, May 20, 2020

A Person

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1. He paints all sorts. Familiar scenes, but there’s always something missing: a tree with trunk and crown, no middle, house with ...
Monday, May 18, 2020

And then

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     And then            And then    And then You get to where you are.        After all that ...

Personal Observation

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The page invites words like snow invites footsteps; the climber’s challenge of a cliff with no footholds. Countless times my...
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Saturday, May 16, 2020

Trump Watch

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For years I couldn't quite grasp how Germany walked itself into despotism. Now I'm beginning to get it.
Friday, May 15, 2020

Trains

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We recorded trains speeding past: successions of windows, film strips flashing across our eyes, flapping away into the night. ...
Thursday, May 14, 2020

Butterfly Poem

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One solar bright afternoon, I stopped to watch a butterfly ‒ white wings with orange tips ‒ fluttering for a few moments above the...
Monday, May 11, 2020

Speckled Water

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The pools the pools of stones hide the eels eels  the eels of mottled water I dippe...
Saturday, May 9, 2020

From a Child's Window

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The child is at the window; he is there every evening at this time, as the clouds of the world are catching fire. He knows the fie...
Thursday, May 7, 2020

International Incident in Local Pub

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Early twenties, l ong fair hair, blue-jeaned, Dutch I'd guess .  C amping on the beach   probably ; s itting now with her travell...
Sunday, May 3, 2020

Late Afternoon in a Different Time

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Late Afternoon The sky was ablaze with gorse, I played hide and seek on the tracks between till a high wind tired of th...
Thursday, April 30, 2020

Spring Music

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K ay’s at the window playing concertina to the Bluestacks, Clar, Donegal town and the sea, a grinning guitar string beyond . The ...