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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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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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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BLOOMING SHADES

  Everything is cyclical like sunlight and seasons and hair styles and hemlines. Everything is cyclical. I found you at the first turn- a pencil line on a blank canvas by an academic of fine fashion with a fringe of falling violets, it was the back side of the Botanics, at the later side of […]

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POETRY DAY IRELAND

Tomorrow is Poetry day Ireland but as we can’t go out and do our thing, we are staying in and doing our thing anyway. Poetry time at Alan Hanna’s Bookshop in Dublin will be online and celebrating from 11am onwards on Thursday. Catch us on twitter and instagram and Facebook and anywhere we can make […]

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SOUTH CIRCULAR ROAD, DUBLIN 1995

  I slipped recently onto an old road that had circled back onto my diverted path to find myself at first flat, basement floor, 25 years grown between us like the weeds in the forgotten garden where I looked to see if the cobbles still recalled my sole before remembering how, on winter nights that […]

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A POEM IN THE ORGANIC POET

  Happy Sunday to you all and Happy Saint David’s Day to any Welsh ones out there. Last week I was invited to be the guest poet by the The Organic Poet. This is a wonderful platform celebrating positivity and togetherness. My poem is called Sweet Things and highlights the joys I am still rediscovering […]

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