SUPREME

  I loved China Beach, as a boy and its opening theme tune- Miss Ross belting out her light voice; Reflections of the way life used to be, reflections of… I was too young then to understand anything deeper than the melody that rose in me while the meaning sank, of an age then that […]

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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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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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BLANK CANVASES

  Light can be ubiquitous, even in the darkness of youth but it’s not always lucid- sometimes it twists shadows into shapes that seem so much more sinister. Innocence is a bright spark that can be knocked down to stunted shadow by a thoughtless twist in the tale or a pedestal pitched at an imperfect […]

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WHEN IT WAS THE TIME FOR GROWING OUT

  We took the train, one day, a Sunday that a photograph suggests was set in summer, I remember how the wind wound whimsically round the wilderness of our youth as we watched waves crash currents upon crushed cliff as we came closer to watch those tides slip out further, pulling from us the laughter […]

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BLOOMING SHADES

  Everything is cyclical like sunlight and seasons and hair styles and hemlines. Everything is cyclical. I found you at the first turn- a pencil line on a blank canvas by an academic of fine fashion with a fringe of falling violets, it was the back side of the Botanics, at the later side of […]

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A QUESTION OF POMEGRANATE ANSWERS

  I saw you first in a library, in a bound book on front of the light, as if you needed to ripen any further. My first book, bound and borrowed from a library, was Mrs. Potter’s inquisitive rabbit Peter, all eager to explore the taste of all he could not yet name. We’re like […]

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SHINY HAPPY PERSON

  I do not play chess. I grew bored of board games at an early age, as an only child who lived in his head where fairies were magical and not mauled. I guess I had enough make believe on my shoulder, already. I was ultra-shy as a kid, I guess I didn’t understand who […]

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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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