Saturday, August 29, 2020

“A big unit”, the pundit on the radio referring to a footballer.

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Came in to my mind after seeing a unit lying on a footpath, h is head on a plastic crate. I’ve been drunk myself, lying on th...
Friday, August 28, 2020

Face

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Face in my memory, precarious as a droplet hanging from a leaf; my longing to hold on to it the greatest threat to keeping ...
Thursday, August 27, 2020

On the green ocean

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O n the green ocean, stone ships, wrecked rudderless, drift like broken fronds. I hear the voices, torn rags still atta...
Wednesday, August 26, 2020

No Surgery

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The appalling shooting of Jacob Blake has left its bullets in every right-thinking person's mind. But beyond the horrifying crime commit...
Tuesday, August 25, 2020

The Wild Atlantic

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I think of the sea nosing, whitely sputtering in the crevices between limestone beds; the chunks of earth’s crust gobbled by Atlan...
Monday, August 24, 2020

Turner's Moods

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The cantankerous man throws his wild skies across the canvas. Livid tantrums flaring from his heavens whip the clo...
Friday, August 21, 2020

A Painting of Home, Roscommon

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On a frosty way to school, our breaths condensed into word balloons; the cows had word balloons, so had Feeley’s donkey (even thou...
Thursday, August 20, 2020

The baby in the tree

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The baby in the tree is screaming. High above the pathway near the black tips of the sycamore branches he is gaping, white ...
Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Questions for a Tired World

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See our children just born; after all the suffering that's been, must they  inherit the legacy of  hardheartedness? See ou...
Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Fireweed, Montbretia, Swallows and Me

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It is past mid-August, and the year, measured in flowers, is turning. The foxglove s gone, they blackened quickly, followed the iris,...
Monday, August 17, 2020

Monday Morning in Kamiyacho, Hiroshima

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(Aug 6th, 1945.) 8.15 am, a woman  is sitting on the bank steps,  waiting for opening time. Though early; already weary of the heat...
Sunday, August 16, 2020

The Exultation of Larks

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And what a stream is to the sound of water, are larks to the air. Their effervesc ence all around as though life just discovere...
Saturday, August 15, 2020

Mount Rushmore

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When as now, a president asks what a country can do for him, looking longingly for a place among the exalted, my best adv...

Feichín's Response to the Women of Omey

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On hungry mornings, Feichín became a cormorant, dived deep into the Atlantic to retrieve miraculous numbers of fish. On the rocks o...
Thursday, August 13, 2020

Hey Darling, there’s something I wanna tell ya.

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I was coming out of the Big Boulder pub on the edge of my desert; there was a trail in the sand like someone was dragging a bag or...