TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 4, OTHER ROOMS

  And so another door finds its hinges turning to a close (you choose, you enter, you stay, you leave), tides twist and then return as another summer finds winter whistling on the arms of outstretched autumn (rains fall, flowers grow, sun shines, rain returns) and I wonder what is left within the rooms I’m […]

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MOVING INTO MÉNILMONTANT 

A new place to call home… painting new tales onto old walls in Ménilmontant, Paris… Before… Yes, I do make cutouts of furniture from paper to see what will fit where (I am a patternmaker, afterall!!) The Magic Team Stories Movers (hijacked friends)… A light at the top… Those now famed 5 flights up- no […]

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OVERTAKING

Today is the 2nd year anniversary of part 2 of my life in Paris. I moved here on July 17th 2015. I first moved here form Dublin when I was 22. At that point I knew as little about anyone in this city or the city itself as I did about myself. Two years later […]

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OUR TALES IN TIME

  Time turns; living, loving, leaving, moving, unpacking belongings from battered boxes neath a new roof my thoughts will soon echo through, the faithful and familiar find prized places in new positions. All that has changed is the clock I hang on a new hook in this new home. For time, like life, never stays […]

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MINUTES MOVING

There are but minutes now, minutes in motion on metros,  minutes moving in on me, on my identity  on my mark, on my leaning, on my meaning,  meaning I am moveable like a feast, as he said, A Moveable Feast, meaning I am manageable  malleable, maybe unremarkable, mistakable. There are but minutes now,  minutes moving […]

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LIVING WITH PARIS, PART 1, 1997, THE ARRIVAL

  18 years ago I first moved to Paris, 22 years of age and the first time away from home, security and everything familiar. Two months ago I arrived back in what has become my home away from home. This is the story of how it all started… 1997, Paris, France, The Arrival, The First […]

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UNPACKED

  I have emptied All the boxes, A lifetime Of belongings, A collection Of customs, Compromises, Compulsions, Convictions Combined together To become a whole, A who, A human, I have emptied All the boxes, Found other shelves To place the memories, Other drawers To store the scenes, Other cupboards To carry the clutter, Other colours To […]

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