IN CONSIDERATION OF WHAT TO PRAISE

  Let us praise the Son returned, Mother and not rush to bash the dishes in the sink at the sound of how much I have grown since that shore where I broke from your breast, surely I was meant to be weaned before we both grew wizened. Let us praise the burial of Agony […]

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THE BOOK BETWEEN US

  You handed me the book and left, off to another room, another existence beyond my sight, (even sight of that moment was selective), you left me with that book in hand, hand in hand with that room where black edged over white, where comfort was clinical and cradled no clarity (though I wasn’t looking […]

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BLUE MOON

The moon was a blue whisper and beauty a delirious ache even the breath could not crush, a sorrow born in summer under a sky of shadows. I picture you; petrified over a pool of pulsing pain. I run, often to leave before being left. Like once I was left? And the moon was a […]

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OVERTAKING

Today is the 2nd year anniversary of part 2 of my life in Paris. I moved here on July 17th 2015. I first moved here form Dublin when I was 22. At that point I knew as little about anyone in this city or the city itself as I did about myself. Two years later […]

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DEEPLY ROOTED

  In a patch of the park bench and bark are bound like hands that once held hearts on seats in summer when days were only dawning in times now twisted into memory like roots now turning in the turf beneath bench and bark in a patch of the park. In a patch of this […]

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PARTICLES

  Particles of what once was whisper on the wind Hush and listen! See it dance in the light faint though familiar fragile but fading As if to say goodbye particles of what once was caress my cheek stop and feel it as they catch the wind and like wings take flight and darker falls […]

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CAUGHT IN THE CONSCIOUSNESS

  Curious are the occasions  you come into consciousness,  like colours caught  out of season, without  a reason you slip in  between the solace  to accentuate the silence, the stillness and the distance.   Curious are the occasions  you come into consciousness, like lyrics lost to their line, without reason or rhyme, you are mine […]

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