THIS HISTORY OF A HOME

  I live now in various shadows and only a few whose forms I’d distinguish. By a round tower on a little hill at the far end of a short road I can read the names of the first ones who named this place as a home, I’ve no faces for these folk who were […]

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OBITUARIES. FATHER’S DAY

  You loved watching football and found joy in the obituaries; the last lines of life after it had been lost. You liked watching the news and thrived while washing the car, in the driveway, on a Saturday and maybe again on a Sunday after handing the missal out at mass, rubbing and scrubbing over […]

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BY THE TIDE

  There, by the water’s edge, where kids collect sand in pails as if a piece of plastic can save time, he watches docking ships report their findings- new worlds beyond the old waves he never managed to rise above. I had the urge for going, he recalls saying once, when he could run faster […]

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IN CONSIDERATION OF WHAT TO PRAISE

  Let us praise the Son returned, Mother and not rush to bash the dishes in the sink at the sound of how much I have grown since that shore where I broke from your breast, surely I was meant to be weaned before we both grew wizened. Let us praise the burial of Agony […]

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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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A BLONDE BIRD IN FLIGHT

  And off she ran a blonde bird in flight, a bright baby bird into the night, focused and flapping as if chasing the morning, as if orchestrating the trees, as if transported by the breeze flying over fields of youth, twists and turns and truth, folds of frivolous folly, courting clouds in curiosity, looking […]

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SHADOW AND LIGHT

At 22, I knew as much of myself As the exotic world I’d just found With streets willing me To walk them Witness them And be wooed by them. My twenties Had typically emerged As a decade to be a no one; An empty slate to be carved upon Before my thirties would find me […]

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RAIN IN SUMMER

In the summers heat The raindrops fall As the dust of August Runs down the wall. Inside the house Lie endless cries, Broken hearts And comfortless toys. A child on the outside But silent within, No one to play with, No reason to grin. Sadness falls Like rain in winter, Leaves in autumn And the […]

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