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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PLAYING GAMES

  When I was a child, was I thoughtless or taught less or was there less to think about, less to love? Though life was never loveless. When I was a child, did I dream less because I didn’t know any more? When I was a child, I lied without knowing the truth of a […]

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TO COME TO THE TABLE

  Knowledge is not an end in itself Some of the best books have made me yawn- After Nietzsche I needed a nap And Joyce makes me question often My ability to comprehend the written word. Perhaps that was always his aim. Knowledge is not an end in itself No jump is ever made after […]

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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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TYPES OF DOLLS

  They call them Russian dolls but there was a shop that sold them by the Nieuwe Kerk in Amsterdam, not far from those ruby lit windows displaying Dutch dolls in de Wallen, both of which provided excitement for wet tourists under rain coats in the soaked summer months terrified of traffic and tram tracks […]

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MY THREE FATES

  I- The original   Water                            floods flesh From carnal comes forth     creation Washed in sin and they watch. In judgement Water releases               hold Sign away the rights                to his name   II- The Second Coming   Tears flood                   drained desert She will be  an ocean             once more Blood             […]

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PAINTING PARADISE WITH SOMEONE ELSE’S COLOURS

  We painted walls into the paradise we wanted before I learned colour had its limits. Borders had been beaten into our canvas long before I touched the brush with borrowed thoughts. We painted orange coloured stars and wild hopes onto concrete walls and I trembled as she told me the parrots, perfectly positioned in […]

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LIMITATION OF ROSES

  I had the biggest bedroom as a boy but curiosity picked the box room at the lighter end of the short corridor for my summer’s sojourn. I was always looking for other walls that caught the shadows of other lives being lived- to touch the thought, at that time, was tantamount to taking part. […]

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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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CLASSIFIED UNDER NO NAME

Would I have kept you closer, longer, if you’d been a soft toy that found my empty arms when the nights were endless instead of your characteristically classy chaos the posters never chose to optimize or were we meant to be just chalk running into the deluge of the rainstorm? Should I have been less […]

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