BETWEEN THE SEAMS

  We came for the cows- sleek shiny skins to sew into seams and cents but were caught in a contradistinctive cacophony- silk sarees, careering through merging traffic in colours more complex than considerations of the constellation, on the backs of mopeds, motorbikes, motorcars, broken cars, cars piled on top of cars, twisting and turning […]

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VREEMD OF MISSCHIEN NIET (STRANGE OR MAYBE NOT)

  She was called Éireann, even in Holland, (misschien vreemd, ik weet het) though she was greener than I ever was, back then, with the mud of the land still caked into her guards while I was off and running, ever forward, adding guards to my guards till I saw the earth was round when […]

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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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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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BOOK OF MEMORIES

  I lift a book and watch as dust particles catch air (dust; tiny particles of waste matter lying on surfaces) sentences stir, structure returns to life after slumber, some things come back- having long been forgotten (memory; the mental ability to retain and to recall previous experiences) I turn pages with consideration, parts pressed […]

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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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THE DRAGON SLAYER OF DOOLIN, HIKES AND HAIKU

  The Dragon Slayer in Doolin Brown cow seeks shelter Such weight under so much rock Hush, soft comes the sea My past is not buried beneath all that rock and weed like I first witnessed. My past has become moss and mould that has made more of these monstrous walls than I first saw. […]

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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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BOOKENDS; A SHADE CAUGHT IN THE SHADOW

  I walk in circles now, following paths forward that crossover roads I once considered. Time trips onward but no longer is the line straight, no longer a captive of direct. This light is lit now like a last lap, here, in this place once prized, once positioned next to pride on platforms now too […]

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