LEARNING TO CLIMB WALLS

  There can be earthquakes in little towns, far from tectonic plates, on little streets, rarely shaken where we sat, once, on the wall of a garden now obsolete, the summer burning through our cool-lessness as we trembled beneath attractions we didn’t have the words to understand while eyes watched from windows, trying to translate […]

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BETWEEN THE COURSES AND THE CLOTH

  Gracious and godly, if I recall correctly, you sat stocky at the table and told us your passions for paintings and pretty things and how you’d fallen often, of late, on bended knee over a foreign body to worship the whole beauty of his being. I was shy of 20 at the time, new […]

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CALLING

  Boys came calling after school, sometime between six and eight, before the summer- longer days under the swell of frustration. Boys came calling after school, halting homework and hunting, looking to come closer to a truth but I held mine firm, in the door- halfway, me half in, half confused as to what they […]

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KNUCKLE KNOTTED LIBERTY

  A navy jumper, twice monthly washed, a blue shirt and striped tie with a red thread. Grey trousers growing tighter though not getting any longer. I was 12 in patient leather shoes with points to piece the playground’s pricks, all sweaty under pit and after-school spit and fearless, only, in the face of other […]

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WHO WE ARE

  I came out; a silent scream to summon a voice, screaming, a hunger wanting to be heard. I came out; a kept cry, cold to comfort, aching, a cry looking for compassion, I came out in a time changing, I came out from a boy learning, I came out to let go of a […]

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FIRST THRUST

  There in the crook of hope, like fluff caught in the navel, of youth barely tasted, (I had barely licked air) of freedom newly found, (note: first flights often fail) of fulfillment before it failed (before we faded), I am in a bed in Belfast no longer bloody (the city not yet I) no […]

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Pride and Prejudice, Beating the Bullies

I crept through corridors Crying as a kid In the corruption of Cusses and curses, Cruel and cringeworthy Comments carried on carelessly As comedy from cunning clowns Whose calculus capabilities Calculated to nothing more than Calamitous catastrophes. And so, to cover up this calamity, I became their casualty, Caught up in a cross fire Of […]

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