<p align="center">The Irish Rhymes</p>
Friday, 1 June 2018

The Oyster Farmer

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The egret is settled and the toddling brent goose eyes the laden-down trestles and oilskins and boots. At one with the elements he work...
Tuesday, 1 May 2018

Two Reasons

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The eighth amendment is giving me cause for concern, I'm worried for my children when they're women in the world. They're int...
Sunday, 1 April 2018

Robin Piper

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The glass replaced by curtains sewn of snow, a small triangle the only peering space. And there he looked up bright from down below, a de...
Thursday, 1 March 2018

Monkey See

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Monkey See, monkey do, holy monkeys throwing poo. Ignore them or abhor them, they know well what they do. They're impossible to civi...
Thursday, 1 February 2018

Still Life

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February changes everything, the old routine makes way, the sounds of Thursdays no more sing the end of our busiest day. Our Tuesday aft...
Monday, 1 January 2018

Just A Game

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It all begins with a connection, and cannot be completed without same, it may be that you do it in small sections or you may see only the...
Friday, 1 December 2017

Secret Weapons

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We TDs on mission afar to a North behind barbed wire, bearing gifts we follow the star or maybe it's missile fire. We're bringing...
Wednesday, 1 November 2017

Shapes

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Could Hallowe'en be better suited to any time than this? The nightness so foreboding and the morningness of mists; the darkness clingi...
Sunday, 1 October 2017

Fine Framing

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I planted that corner so I could see from my bed an iota of order in a garden of dread, now these early mornings when I sit there and star...
Friday, 1 September 2017

Sparkly Ribbon

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She stashed minutes away in jars and boxes and hid hours in secret places for conjuring notions. Like all magical stuff, no different to h...
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