Thursday, December 31, 2020

A Moment of Brilliance

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  She has a delicate face; casts her eyes downward; I noticed her mascara; her eyes would be the brighter for it. I saw the crescent...
Wednesday, December 30, 2020

On a park-bench

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  On a park-bench, listening to the sound of leaves falling, he became, suddenly, aware of the sound of heartbeat inside his chest. T h...
Monday, December 28, 2020

Razor Wire

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  She said, I must wear my pain like razor wire, but when you see me, you fail to look beyond the wire. When I say, I live deeper...
Friday, December 25, 2020

The Finest Poem

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  Spare: the page. ‘How do I fill such a space?’ a question to no one, and no one answers. Maybe the space is the finest p...
Thursday, December 24, 2020

Zaknthos

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  Faraway the sea was a night-time city. I stood unsteady, too much wine; faraway the sea was shining in the moonlight. Closer, by my...
Monday, December 21, 2020

An Ending That Isn't

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  Your life in all its magnificent capacity to imagine and dream, plan, remember, learn and know, create, innovate, love, be so vital...
Sunday, December 20, 2020

Trees

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  Dark on this side, silver-white on the western and seeming to bend under the weight of sunlight, but, like beech leaves closing their p...
Thursday, December 17, 2020

Going Places

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  That way, Ballybofey; that way, Donegal. Across the Bluestack mountains, Glenties; to the east, Castlederg. But in the direction I...
Tuesday, December 15, 2020

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  Love makes a meteorite of lovers, their world its trail. What brilliance; what a zenith!
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Sunday, December 13, 2020

Part of us dies

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  The fields told their stories over the walls, through the thorns; whis pered their secrets to silver roads who , humming like telegra...
Thursday, December 10, 2020

Alone, together,

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  Alone, together, it seems we all remember our deaths. Could never be everything to each other n o matter how great the love, know...
Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Landscape

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  Lifting the cup to your mouth , I see the old water courses, dry; parched ridges , infertile now; desiccated trunks and limbs, fore...
Sunday, December 6, 2020

Her Gentleness

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            Her gentleness was healing. Friends came when they were low; she lifted them back into their heavens to t...
Thursday, December 3, 2020

My Advice This November Day

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Don’t be too fond of owning,  my little love. As you fly; let your head be full of the magic of flying and happiness will be yours. Be l...
Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Question

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“What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beauti...