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Morning Song

Across a morning sky White wads steadily Accumulate…clouds Drift and shift Changing form and narrative An ancient language Beyond words and verse Beyond installation and place A blue canvas in transition Troubadours in space Clouds…in silent bellow A story unfolds… … Continue reading

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Taking Notes….

I’m in the cafe, again taking notes Its Thursday, for some payday mid-afternoon the cafe is busy the man in the hand painted shirt marbles his words then spits them out like red hot coals each one fused then a … Continue reading

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City Lunchtime

unrelenting march of feet unstopping pounding place to place human ants smiling, scowling….to deter any unsolicited jiving yet, it’s a time to meet to greet a need to eat a latte …. a Dublin sandbo perhaps a veggie in a … Continue reading

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What Makes You Stay

what is it about a cafe that makes you stay beyond the empty cup stronger than the taste of coffee more intriguing than the ambience people, I think as they come and go with a variety of masks feelings often … Continue reading

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The Black Pool

a stone’s throw from Wood Quay is Temple Bar its streets are laid in cobble but not quite medieval in the town of Joyce and Behan their words still echo though today in fewer bookshops a louder sound echoes in … Continue reading

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A Moment Of Celebration

young people picnic a circle beside a rose garden perhaps celebrating while lovers bathe in the belated summer heat in an oasis hidden in the screaming city and singletons reflect on wooden benches about today or the fast approaching weekend … Continue reading

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