PROPEL

  Bait Young love wore a black beret before I’ve even acquired a taste for the garlic. Desire, in the face of desolation, was the fuel of youth and knowledge, or lack thereof, its propeller and I was propelled. Bliss Years later I still hold the perfume- late night, 22, me, him and a motorbike […]

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PLAYING GAMES

  When I was a child, was I thoughtless or taught less or was there less to think about, less to love? Though life was never loveless. When I was a child, did I dream less because I didn’t know any more? When I was a child, I lied without knowing the truth of a […]

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GIVEN TIME

  Rushes rustle a calling to the rain mimicking the sound of those molecules of moisture they long to feel against their sharp- edged skins. We all learn to mimic what we must, let go of all we can not hold, lean in to what we love, fake all we can not feel. Gulls squawk […]

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THIS HISTORY OF A HOME

  I live now in various shadows and only a few whose forms I’d distinguish. By a round tower on a little hill at the far end of a short road I can read the names of the first ones who named this place as a home, I’ve no faces for these folk who were […]

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TO CAPTURE EACH OTHER TOGETHER

  I took photos of us once, together, to remember all I had before I set off to find myself in other fields that other lands had whispered of other welcomes across other waves, moments to return to later as I navigated new roads, strange turns and gates I had to manage alone. Now, our […]

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ORIGINS

  We are not always daughter to the day or son to the stars. Some times space shrinks and we find ourselves light years away from the planets that hold the answers to where we came from. We take giant steps across uncharted terrains, nerves attached to transmitters connected to nothing but a need to […]

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TO COME TO THE TABLE

  Knowledge is not an end in itself Some of the best books have made me yawn- After Nietzsche I needed a nap And Joyce makes me question often My ability to comprehend the written word. Perhaps that was always his aim. Knowledge is not an end in itself No jump is ever made after […]

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THE NEXT NOTE

  Wondering how to move now after such torpidity, wondering how to recognise now the trenches as we take slow steps across the battle fields of playgrounds, bus stops and aisles packed with questions of contagion carried in other people’s trollies. Wondering how to move again after such paralysis- limbs lurching as thoughts shift forward […]

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OBITUARIES. FATHER’S DAY

  You loved watching football and found joy in the obituaries; the last lines of life after it had been lost. You liked watching the news and thrived while washing the car, in the driveway, on a Saturday and maybe again on a Sunday after handing the missal out at mass, rubbing and scrubbing over […]

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TRACKS AND CHANGES

  They’ve built a running track beneath the low hum of this humdrum small town with its two pubs, skinny batch and round tower. Men lift weights with uncovered arms that’ve been internally attacked by giant sized popcorn. I lift smaller weights in the privacy of the shadows in the back garden but have still […]

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