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a piece that has frustrated me for a long time. Originally written more than three years ago. Revised and revised and revised, ans I'm still not sure if it says anything of what I've wanted it to say... awak…
...an earlier version of this was a "twenty-minute fiction" assignment in a writing group. It was rewritten and almost became one of the short pieces - what a friend called the "Greek Chorus" parts - of The Drool Room -…
50 years ago today Sputnik began the "Space Age" - that got me thinking about "my first satellite"... lights in the sky sólás There were twenty or thirty of us up on the hill in the cemetery, heavy wool coats pulle…
hello from a morning that should be much slower than it must be... morning fog ceo maidin The morning slinks in behind the heaviest curtain of fog, and I am encased in a world of my own imagination. I know this mist…
I wrote this for a young friend three years ago, transporting a bit of personal experience to a place he would know... I re-run it today because, crazy, busy, behind, but want to stay in touch... Staying Out of Trou…
Sorry to be momentarily out of touch, but I'm back, and I'll visit and link later today... Learning foghlaim "Coach, you gotta see this guy swim. He's faster than all of us." It was early September and I stood on …
another slight re-write... but slowly things are getting done, and I can get back to new words again... The Sea cois farraige Sitting on the beach at Enniscrone, a few of us on towels, most just on the chill, damp s…
a murderous week for me - work-wise - a rerun until I can get fully to the other side... The Weight Dropping out of the window as the Long Tower chimes three and clambering down the drainpipe I move slowly and…
A re-run - re-write on a frantic weekend... Safety for Boys "Do you even know what "safe" means?" The question is necessarily blunt, which is probably essential, but I don't answer, and minutes of silence tic…
barbara wrote about walls today, and then I thought of this... the border an teorainn We are walking the ridge the long way, crossing the field of tall grasses. It rained this morning, pouring down from a deep g…