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Words Melt…

The routine broken The minutes now… unlimited The days ahead Await Like an artist’s canvas The hours melt Like summer butter As I linger with apprehension Waiting for the imagination To engage To whisper a story Buried Screaming to be … Continue reading

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Day after Day

Its June… an empty sky …except for blue the colour of childhood innocence… and everything new days of summer perfume of roses and carnations of freshly cut greens alongside football played on the street goals scored between lamppost and railings … Continue reading

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Struck by a Touch of Amnesia

that sky I see this summer evening does not know what occupies the mind yet, understands the melancholic soul its virgin blue delights the eyes though triggers memories in the head moments made in childhood reality and dream seen as … 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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This Train Will Stop….

the sky whipped in clouds of vanilla white with trailing turfs and spoonfuls of grey in a sea of blue silently suspended a sun playing hide and seek a summer’s harvest cut and baled sitting in the morning heat this … Continue reading

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An Open Window

summer’s kiss slips through the open window with the caressing hands of a careless breeze falling gently on a waiting brow By Paolo Michell

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I Knew His Older Brother

one monday morning travelling by train reading Robert Bolano’s The Romantic Dogs i thought of Him “Terry” it was the summer of ’75 or ’76 after 37 years a year makes little difference i knew his older brother “Alan i … Continue reading

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