TWO NORTHERN MAGNETS

  We scold, even at frightening distances, you burn, there, at the centre of the sun and I roar back across the stars at you, from this comet that cannot commit, at how you could run so cold. Our landings were nothing less than lumpy- you wanted to shine so I caught you that sun […]

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8 HAIKU AFTER ULYSSES, BLOOMSDAY

  1 Nimbly leaping, Wing-like hands all fluttering. The forty-foot hole. 2 Make room in the bed Said he with key now at hand And plump body plunged. 3 Tell him she says but What can he do, if not smoke? Life’s not a rose bed. 4 Lethargy. Flowers. The air feeds most. Sensitive. Botanic […]

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POSTS AND PINS, LOTUS EATERS, BLOOMSDAY

  Are there any letters for me? Soldiers eyes watch from behind dead frames while he assumes to be a flower. Henry hopes and hosts thoughts of other blooms like his wife back in bed eating bread and singing of other men. Leo sent lines off to lift temperatures naughty he is beyond his Molly- […]

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BLOOMSDAY; A BIT OF ULYSSES TRIP AROUND DUBLIN

  James Joyce Martello Tower, Sandycove, opening of Ulysses, Telemachus- with Stephen, Buck, Haines and the Milk Woman The Forty Foot, from the opening chapter The Door of Eccles Street, home to Leopold and Molly Bloom now in the James Joyce Museum Sandymount and Strand from Proteus with Stephen Dedalus Formerly the spot of Nelson’s […]

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FOR BREAKFAST, FOUND POEM FOR BLOOMSDAY

  Relish inner organs, beasts and fowl- roast heart, slices of all kidneys. In the kitchen, breakfast, light and air, out of doors, everywhere peckish. Coals reddening. Sideways, squat. Soon. Mouth dry. A leg with tail, on high, fire. Lithe black form- sleek hide, white butt. She understands. She wants. She can jump her nature- […]

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CALYPSO, AFTER ULYSSES, BLOOMSDAY

  Transmigration. Reincarnation. All things come round again. Stale smells fester like ripened leftovers behind unopened windows, taunt like tips of teased letters pressed under brazened pillow. Downstairs, black beast devours burnt flesh in the kitchen next to the faint flavourings of a urine scented kidney. Scald the kettle, she calls and he does, doesn’t […]

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TELEMACHUS BY THE 40FT, BLOOMSDAY

  Dreams are big black cats. There are ghouls that come in waves, the Sea- a grey sweet mother snot green, scrotum tightening, come and look, smell- wax and rosewood in the distance, death has not yet departed. Waves rise along rock, bile is collected in china plate. The sea is grey, the china white, […]

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THE HAIR ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK

  You had long black hair, a horse’s mane that I held as we rocked through early years and a red furry coat I never stopped to question while we rode across uncertain terrines that echoed his silence and her longing to not give up anything again. Even then, even at play, I knew their […]

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THE TABLOID TELLS OF THOUGHTS FROM TEMPLE HILL

  I read in the paper this morning that we were hugged. That sometimes a nun cried when fledgling flew from her fold- a sister of scripture sobbing for a son she would never call her own. We were just play toys far from the playground- touches temporary while waiting to be wanted. I read […]

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AFTER W.B YEATS

  5 Poems based on lines from W.B Yeats… ‘And I shall have some peace here, for peace comes dropping slow,’ The Lake Isle of Innisfree W.B. Yeats Slow Falling Snow falls behind the glass, beyond the reflections this window cannot see. Snow, soft as the soul; a canvas of white fleeting purity, as pure […]

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