THE MOTION OF GOING SOUTH

  I’ve only been to Cork once, to a funny place they called The Other Place which I thought was like the Scottish play with the name you’re never supposed to say. In another place, beforehand, we’d sat on beer kegs in a girl’s bar called Loafers and I giggled at all the comfy shoes […]

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PLAYING FOR POSITION

  I played waiter on weekends to women and their well-worn wishes and worries, after or in between or in avoidance of the shopping and washing and cleaning and stewing, mothers sitting with mother, packed onto the flattened pile of the green velvet sofa, scorched with leftover tunes from parted parties and expired expectations, milk […]

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THE POLITICS OF A SHAMROCK

  We stopped the telly and the tea to watch the thunder on Thursday; 1-100, 2-100, 3-100 we counted in between the light growing dimmer and that storm, coming closer. We watched from distant windows, catching breaths in between fears of catching colds while next-door neighbours pulled curtains over concerns, here, in a country where […]

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