Wednesday, August 31, 2022

A snowfall in Harold’s Cross Park in May

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  I stop to gaze upwards into the falling petals, filling my eyes with their gentle movement, ears with the silence that descends with sn...
Monday, August 29, 2022

In my head

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 you and I a billion times the starburst of our lives brighter a trillion times multiplied the lips fingers and dangled ...
Wednesday, August 24, 2022

Details of Poetry and Flash Fiction Competition

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  The Allingham Festival is an annual festival in Ballyshannon, Co Donegal. This year it takes place from Nov 2nd to Nov 6th. The competitio...
Monday, August 22, 2022

Schools would be more useful if they supported students' passions

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  His mind sparks explosions in four cylinders, maybe six, pistons rise and fall, connecting rods turn the crankshaft, clutch flywheel ...
Friday, August 19, 2022

Now

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  1. Juggling splintered sunlight      head lost in that globe 2. Walking on a sea of fallen leaves      kicking up happy days 3....
Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Survision 11 now online + James Tate Prize

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Issue 11 featuring 32 poets at  http://survisionmagazine.com/currentissue.htm    and submissions for the James Tate Prize for a poetry chapb...
Tuesday, August 9, 2022

In her Distance (revised)

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  I look at her, childlike in her distance; a curl dreaming. Recognize her solitariness; the dream a wall around her; a cold  re...
Sunday, August 7, 2022

Face

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  I turn my head as a child, look back, see nothing. When I turn forward again my face has been gouged, there are splinters from the...
Wednesday, August 3, 2022

Receding

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  Watching you on the pier as the ferry moved out to sea, your face your waving arm you in a cluster of people the cluster of people ...
Sunday, July 31, 2022

Untitled

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                                                          People: we may, indeed, pass each other unaware.                                ...
Thursday, July 28, 2022

A memory of my mother

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  Rows of empty seats, regimented, plastic, steel legged, but one, my mother watching me signing books with pride as I continue. Ye...
Monday, July 25, 2022

His Face, his heart

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  Parched landscape; a sandy wilderness deeply gorged. The geologic processes ended now; his eyes, dried up water-holes, part...
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Tuesday, July 19, 2022

Map

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  All the days that have ever been; the flowing rivers,  the dried-up rivers; the old bones,  the new bones; the grain of all our songs...
Saturday, July 16, 2022

Post Accident

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  Her body is pain; birds flap inside that mesh; she won’t entertain it, but a facial alphabet pinballs momentarily. Her eyes give h...
Monday, July 11, 2022

Snow.

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  Snow, it seemed to me, had the power to take away the sins of the world. With that dazzling perfection, men’s minds could only be tu...