EVERYTHING COMES AND GOES

Everything comes and goesyou can’t court without a spark / but nothing lasts as longas that first light / the first night / already fading / and the morningfinds us fumbling / trying to get through / to get onto something shinier / something newer / to something newer Everything comes and goeslike the lines […]

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THE HAIR ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK

  You had long black hair, a horse’s mane that I held as we rocked through early years and a red furry coat I never stopped to question while we rode across uncertain terrines that echoed his silence and her longing to not give up anything again. Even then, even at play, I knew their […]

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THE TABLOID TELLS OF THOUGHTS FROM TEMPLE HILL

  I read in the paper this morning that we were hugged. That sometimes a nun cried when fledgling flew from her fold- a sister of scripture sobbing for a son she would never call her own. We were just play toys far from the playground- touches temporary while waiting to be wanted. I read […]

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WHEN WE COME TO PRESS THIS TIME UPON THE PAGE

  Come friends to gather at end of cycle Spring is done and summer will have new song, Time will tell of when it all went viral Of distance that reigned and hold that was wrong. Come friends to pressure pen upon the page Thoughtless is time if man won’t leave his mark- Sing of […]

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WHEN IT WAS THE TIME FOR GROWING OUT

  We took the train, one day, a Sunday that a photograph suggests was set in summer, I remember how the wind wound whimsically round the wilderness of our youth as we watched waves crash currents upon crushed cliff as we came closer to watch those tides slip out further, pulling from us the laughter […]

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AFDRUKKEN

  I found you in Amsterdam, weet je nog? Natuurlijk! Somewhere on the Overtoom, in the summer of my slow 30’s when home was a broad barge on a narrow gracht. Lijnsbaansgracht it was. Weet je nog? Natuurlijk! I wonder how deep the things we’ve held are carved into our core- like all those letters […]

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BLOOMING SHADES

  Everything is cyclical like sunlight and seasons and hair styles and hemlines. Everything is cyclical. I found you at the first turn- a pencil line on a blank canvas by an academic of fine fashion with a fringe of falling violets, it was the back side of the Botanics, at the later side of […]

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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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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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THE FURNITURE MAKERS

  We build things- built things- like shower rails and kitchen lights, Keto dishes that died in the oven, theories on converting Korea into forever and not just a 3-week diversion from dysphoria. Kisses, we built kisses out of thin air and laughter, laughter we built as if it was all we needed to feed […]

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