Friday, July 31, 2020

Lake

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All is quiet in the olive green larders; t he enamel beaded, unlidded eye surveys realms of dim sunlight between the long s...
Wednesday, July 29, 2020

A Poor Man Offers Unlimited Treasure

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It’s a paltry thing th at sparkle r on your finger, when, on a sunny morning , I will present you with ten miles of dazz l...
Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Pike

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In mid-nave, pike levitates; half way between floor and roof, still as a crucifix, tarnished mail dim in the Gothic gloom. ...
Monday, July 27, 2020

Blue Sky

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where we empty the clocks, drain time and fly, wheel happiness, glide happiness, spool the sun, skim fingertips along ...
Sunday, July 26, 2020

Our Spoon

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Child’s hand extending for food, his skeleton entirely visible; inside, a heart flat-out pumping like a fish gaspin...
Saturday, July 25, 2020

Mirror Image

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She looks at herself, and, rather than passing on, remains in front of herself, returning her stare returning her stare....
Friday, July 24, 2020

Corporate World

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The dull paths of our lives: sat at desks, endlessly clocking up corporation minutes, whose sponge-like insatiability drives us thro...
Thursday, July 23, 2020

Baking

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The flour falling from her fingers ‒ into the child’s memory ‒ and her fingers coated in flour. Reacting with her skin,...
Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Nature Done and Dusted

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Lough Eske, carelessly thrown beneath the Bluestacks; if my mother was here, she’d say ‘pick that up, fold it and put it away.’ An...
Tuesday, July 21, 2020

The Colour of Her Eyes

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Low tide, a vast expanse of strand extends to the distant shallow sea; its shade barely more than the memory of blue and one...
Monday, July 20, 2020

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Watching snow fall into an already snow-covered garden is so similar to the experience of sadness that it is utterly compulsi...

Void

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less than desert or wilderness; less than nothingness is the void from loss. Something scooped out, removed, a di...
Sunday, July 19, 2020

Playing Granny’s Old Piano.

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When I was young I used to play that jangly old piano; the notes went round and round the insides of the instrument like I wa...
Saturday, July 18, 2020

Inside the dark places

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Inside the dark places between the branches of trees, grass plants in the meadows, crevices in walls, beneath floorboards...
Friday, July 17, 2020

So I sit here

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So I sit here in Arrivals waiting for ideas: hedged-in country roads, taking the poetic route, meandering around drumlins, ponds, ...