A BIG BULL CAN BE JUST A BIG BAG OF BULL

  I shouted at the TV last week, beyond the stilled fields recently ploughed of their prize, where now we wait and watch for new seeds where hope was replanted. I stopped to moo last week as you bellowed back at us from the not-so-stilled screen in our isolated living room- you’d be going to […]

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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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BOOKENDS; BETTER BOTTLES

  In the shadows not yet departed from former students, since departed, in confined compartments the Polish left to the Irish, red vinegar wine (as vulgar as the vultures who drowned in its deluge) caught itself in corners still not drunk by the blow-ins still bleating about the burnt beef and sodden soil as we […]

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THE IDENTITY OF AN ISLANDER

  Entity. Identity. I identify. Running gives no reason until you run out of places to hide. Identity. I identify. I recognise now what it means to be connected. A continent can be chaos. An island doesn’t have to isolate. I. Island. I can identify as an entity of this island. I didn’t hear them […]

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EXPLORING IRELAND, GALWAY GLORY

Sessions in the city on Shop Street Description of Galway found in the Galway City Museum Galway Cathedral seen from the Salmon Weir Bridge The River Corrib The Spanish Arch built in 1584 as part of a bastion. It has no relationship to the Spanish! Graduation sculpture in NUI Gaillimh (National University of Ireland, Galway) […]

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TRUTH OR DARE, for Poetry Day Ireland

  It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare and this final new poem recalls older days when this Irishman was still a growing boy on the streets of Paris…   Truth or Dare At 22 we locked the bar at 2am and turned empty bottles […]

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SUMMER STORM for Poetry Day Ireland

  It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish… Summer Storm Beat away at breast; a lie of love grown to lust, grown […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 7, NAPOWRIMO

In the shadows not yet departed from former students since departed confined in compartments  the Polish left to the Irish, red vinegar wine (as vulgar as the vultures  who drowned in its deluge) caught itself in corners  still not drunk  by the blow-ins still bleating about the burnt beef and sodden soil  as we made […]

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CEAD MILE FAILTE 

Country roads wind where shadows linger in the light, where whispers have withered like leaves out of season,  where the green grows in grandeur  over this ancient land, often fought for, never forgotten, where former footprints entwine around the rolling hills and half fallen walls of wishes that once held lovers, that once courted kisses  […]

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