Raised architecture of gold leaf
Time-gone smoke darkened
the possible reflection. Museum light shadows continue
to tweak the narrative.
Gold demands candlelight.
Or maybe candlelight demands...
a february afternoon withrumi and bach
thick crust dense walnut breadhe tears to add to the lamb stewcarrots onions peas a stockof pureed turnip kale...
I’m from
potholes in the bóithrín road
limestone walls
whitethorn bushes
aged fields and mossy stones
drip-drip hedges before
a blue farm gate
apples rotting under...
Rain (sex) Rain (sex) Rain
I want you on my faceRunning rivers into my earsDrowning my (fuck) muddled mindWashing me clean
Transformed to a tall oakLeaving...
Barred Owl
Wind ruffles her mask,
white down fringed in black, her dark
eyes steeled to the task.
Hooked beak wide she drills
the air with a caterwaul
of...
WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE?
Another December,Another end of the roadAs I look around and wonder,Where have all the people gone?
Tucked in tighter to...
Close Encounter at a Grocery Store
Grayed Vans, downcast eyes
Bear lumbering after cookies
How have you turned bald?!
Your quiet stare ceased.
How dare you remain yourself!
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