A BLACK CANVAS

  Mum tells of no moon tonight, as if it’s been lost, as if the darkness will never rise and the sun will weep at the thought of never catching another break. We cut an apple tree in the back shadow of the front garden yesterday but left the root, to remind it, perhaps, of […]

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AFTER THE TIDE

  Light. These are the days were we look to see where the light lingers longer. We rise like crabs up, after the tide has fallen, up, through solid sand now sinking, we can only wait so long- can only hold so much weight (in these days where we cannot hold at all) before we […]

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OTHER WAYS TO DANCE

  I weigh flour and sieve it, like snow falling- a few select seconds of harmless dust to decorate these stopped streets with isolated sirens that stir more in body than the contents of this bowl. I reach for those tiny flakes that offer rise before pouring over the honey- a smooth sweetness to cut […]

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QUACK

  Solitude will guard gentle breath as I slip from darkened day to dream, even if the daffodil, now bright upon the bank, comes despite concern. I smile as the memory of this kindhearted bloom unfolds within the shadows of this stilled room, here, where corners ponder the importance of a cell. In the distance, […]

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THE POLITICS OF A SHAMROCK

  We stopped the telly and the tea to watch the thunder on Thursday; 1-100, 2-100, 3-100 we counted in between the light growing dimmer and that storm, coming closer. We watched from distant windows, catching breaths in between fears of catching colds while next-door neighbours pulled curtains over concerns, here, in a country where […]

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