IN MOTHER’S GARDEN

  Mother, the path has been puzzling and there are patterns now, penetrating patterns once thought impossible, entwined around veins, like vines that vie for vittles’ on walls already wavering, on buildings bare as if each brick banished is a breath broken, Mother, I carry more now than before but fragments have flown, not yet […]

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GOLD TAINTED GRASSES

  Corners come crawling from the fine folds of memory when the lavender was long with laughter beyond the bridge where the lazy water twisted her sky’s blues through rough rock and tufts of gold tainted grasses that I captured on canvas and you kept in glass cases crowded with curated curiosities and empty wine […]

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OUI

Day 11: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Was it true, was it you, in the blink of an eye and the history of a man out of time, a man not mine? Was it true, was it you, who settled sweetly onto sofa, who slipped swiftly into suggestions as we washed whispers with wine? Was […]

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TALES ALONG THE STREETS OF A TIME NOW DEPARTED

  Sitting by gas fires having gas craic where once there were open fires, tended fires, where once the ceilings rose higher and the walls seemed wider as if now weighed down with habits and history, tales burn bright like turf taking flight, blazing through time, a string of stories flickering fine in the evening’s […]

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RIVERSIDE

  You were my friends, you were my childhood, our beds by the riverside,  on the north side of the south, far from the troubles, far from the loyalists and the loss, loyal to what, I ask? I see us all now from the far side, from another side, you were always on my side,  even when I wasn’t, sharing […]

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THE ECHO OF HIS LAUGHTER

  He sits on a bench on my street as the cars pass by and the leaves fall down in autumn. He sits with a girl on the edge of his childhood curiously considering adulthood. She talks and he laughs and in his laughter you hear his age, on his face you see his blush […]

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