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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HEARTH

  The old walls have been walled in by warmer ones but their youth has nothing on the cracks and secrets the originals would disclose if you could still sit around that old fire and watch the smoke rise up to the high ceilings since brought down to a more manageable level and yet I […]

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BEFORE THE STILLNESS

  I sit, in stilled space, trusting time and these proses to act as forgivers to all I cannot forget. I sit here, in this stilled space, taking trips that tease time with twists and turns. I move not in straight lines but articulate thought through the acts these tracks have taken, the un-regrettable mistakes […]

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SEA AND SAND

  Sand slips under foot like memory into mind, waves wash up along a country lane leading down into a secreted sea, past a thistle that pricks not; so much beauty cannot bear a beast. There is breath in these back fields I recall on the curve of this spiral game, returning like these tides […]

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PERMISSIBLE TO ASK?

  I take the boat out on the water, rowing out to come into the stillness in this place where space is still displaced. Chez moi, c’est quoi, c’est où ? Il est permis de demander ? Merci, I say, still, when I should just stay still, like this water where I row out, stretching […]

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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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RANDOM REASONS

  I live in a country where people say thank you to the drivers of busses- honestly. In the mornings, on school runs and city excursions, a country where people say thank you to the drivers of busses, even at middle door exits where they’ll nod, all the same, to the front, to the driver […]

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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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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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