Sad words from the beach

Barefoot Heart When you left me for the last time I kept your heart in a cardboard box, so that I could look at its worn edges or lay it against my chest to feel it beat. Days passed and years; the beat softened, became faint, then one day ceased. I walked barefoot to the […]

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It’s for charity… yep, another dead body

The shop smells of outgrown teddy bears, black plastic bags and the damp must of discarded lives. The bags are stuffed with piss-stink suits, 1970’s woollen coats with missing buttons and shoes too stiff and scuffed to be useful again. At the back, beside the toilet, cheap toys, spine-burst books and green glass what-not’s pile […]

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Francie, my neighbour

Saw the Michael Harding piece… this has been around for a long time. Another one lost from the Iron Mountains. Francie was my neighbour, a farmer. He’d two brothers, pebble-pinched from the clay of the hillside, thumbed into copies. They lived in a cottage off the lane; asbestos roofed, net curtains, white render. We’d meet […]

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The tide’s not turning yet

A thing I did for Sunday Miscellany… For Adrian… Shattered seashells chatter, ripped by ocean fingers, clawed back to the kelp and the foul ground. Inch, in grey-mute bands across the lough; imaginary islands piercing the plumed green. Rooks’ calls deaden hard in the mist; beech leaves creak, drifting to the paths below the swing rope; […]

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