THIS DESERT WHERE WE DROWNED THE DANCE

  This Desert where We Drowned the Dance Guttural; pertaining to a particular sound at the back of the mouth, there, in that spot not quite reachable, still quite parched. Water; to sprinkle, to moisten. I do this to quench a longing I can’t reach though I cannot hold this liquid just like I couldn’t […]

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THE THINGS THAT LEAVE US COLD, A PROSE PIECE

  Part I           I stood by the open window and watched and waited, surrounded on all sides by the wisteria that clung on as time passed by and forgave nothing. It felt like I was watching the seasons change as the leaves lost their gleam in the sunlight, found their […]

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1847.1490.164

  Slow is the swan along these tracks well torn, my feet tire in soft shoes that follow google as scavengers’ swim in closer to my scraps- braver the bird when hunger’s the only hold. Swift runs the water as if it didn’t want to stay, there are locks but not all lakes can be […]

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CATCHING THE RECALL

  They come and go, playing tag with the tide, swimming in to touch but the ocean is an elastic to recall. We came here once, a love of youth’s illusions, dipping our skinnies before I lost you on a breath without recall. It comes and goes; that tide, his touch, this time, so many […]

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WHEN IMAGINATION COMES BACK HOME

  ‘An Irishman’s heart is nothing but his imagination’ George Bernard Shaw I came back, looking to find the pieces I’d left behind, in my parting, having since shed so much of the things once thought treasures along the trail. I came back, wondrous for the parts as yet unopened, unlike the heart I never […]

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THE WHOLE

  Remembering Nana Frances on Nollaig na mban (Women’s Little Christmas) Evolution 13. The Whole My grandmother, whose name was Frances and not Nana as I used to think, started baking cakes for Sunday’s tea on a Monday morning, slow and steady was her process like her concentration while waiting for pennies to drop from […]

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