THE BEAT OF THE BAT

  The brighter man, the lighter man, the darker truth, the deeper vein, bind me to the rough, the real man, I beat as a bat. The clearer glass, elusive glass, the broken bed, the better lay, tie me to the rider, all night, I beat like a bat. The gentle rose, considered rose, the […]

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RECALLING THE RAINSTICK

The Bank of Ireland Cultural and Heritage Centre, on Westmoreland Street, Dublin, across from Trinity College, currently has a thoughtfully touching exhibition of the Nobel Prize winning poet Seamus Heaney (1939-2013) entitled Listen Now Again. On the wall, next to his poem The Rainstick sits an actual rain stick which you can turn and listen to the […]

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BACK TO THE BANKS OF THE GRAND

  Water catches light Like I once reached out To catch a wave Along this same stretch of water, This same cosy current of canal That has slowed, now, Like my footsteps, Like my stokes; Coming back on the bend, Finding favour In the freshness Of all that was once familiar, Letting go of the […]

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CURLS OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS

The breath is stilled, life is sea and sky bound in a blanket of both current and cloud, moments are just impressions, reflections of all that has fallen and all that floats on the future’s feather; a fragile fluttering to the left of frame. Still is the breath, thoughts unfurl; curls of creamy consciousness, there […]

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TO LINGER, LONGER, MAYBE

  Like a whisper tissue is painted with purpose, silk spun from crisp cuts, white scented with sapphire parading into Prussian (fragile of frame and filigree), like a thought an image opens, a petal unfolding, shades seep into substance as the edges fade (how quickly we fall to forgetful) light, liquid, linger, a little longer. […]

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OUR SHADE IN TIME

  Look for me in the layers lost, in the careful caress that concerns the contours of form and finesse. The million meters mounded into magic, turned and twisted into tastes now termed timeless, look for me in the yards that yield towards yellow, that burn into beauty, like ochre opening, that grow towards the […]

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