BLACK BEAUTY, THE LIGHT IN LOUGHSHINNY

  Clouds congregate under summer skies, standing towers, still, waiting for Napoleon’s rise. Up close, only echoes of history hit the hollowing rock below- coming in to slip out with more, in search of possession on another shore. There are footprints on the beach- horses hooves whose metal shoes now feel the rust of the […]

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CALLING

  Boys came calling after school, sometime between six and eight, before the summer- longer days under the swell of frustration. Boys came calling after school, halting homework and hunting, looking to come closer to a truth but I held mine firm, in the door- halfway, me half in, half confused as to what they […]

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DON’T COME TO TAME THE CAT

  Red sun burns below a blue moon and the tiger rips through trees to escape the cat. Sometimes small things need to be as sharp as an icicle even when the sun comes to burn red beneath blue moons while she sings of those crazy cries of Havana’s love. She sang of Paris once […]

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THE MOTION OF GOING SOUTH

  I’ve only been to Cork once, to a funny place they called The Other Place which I thought was like the Scottish play with the name you’re never supposed to say. In another place, beforehand, we’d sat on beer kegs in a girl’s bar called Loafers and I giggled at all the comfy shoes […]

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BOOKENDS; A CITE OR A SHADOW

  A city and a shadow, a choice; to stay or leave, to concede and crown myself as conquered and then be crushed or to continue on as committed commuter, to be complacent or constantly curious for more light so as to comprehend the darkness, to break down the barrier between all there is to […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; SLICED

  A short poem of fear A haunting is happening in this house that holds me, a sinister spirit that lies in the shadows, a feeling of fear is feeding on frenzy as it ghoulishly groans and gasps from its gallows. A breath is baying by this bed that now binds me with its fetid […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 11, NAPOWRIMO

  When I was a boy under blankets  I twisted through dreams that turned on me soft and slow as if time  had slipped from my hands  in my desire to turn  from boy to man but now I wonder if time was warning me of the ties  that get lost  when we try to […]

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FRANCE IS CALLING, ATTENDS!

Packing boxes… Separating substance From superficial, Measuring All that matters In the memory Against All that clutters In the closet, And France is calling… Attends! Packing boxes… Selling superfluous And saving sentiments, Tittering At trousers Thought to be trendy And fretting At photos Of faces forgotten, And France is calling… Attends! Packing boxes… Putting pressure […]

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MY MUSE

Dance with me for a while you asked And how could I refuse? The belle of the ball at a soiree of cities You are lady and goddess, the muse. Deep in your heart I walked through you To see you for what you are, The product of passion and maker of magic Like the […]

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