Category Archives: Poetry

Gearóid Iarla and Ennis

In Inis an Laoigh in mid-bay, in Clonroad of the kings, listening to the gurgling of streams, I have been for two months.   These were my three kinds of music: the playing of O’Brien’s harp while drinking beer, the … Continue reading

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Present-absent Father

The present-absent father; There, but not really. Night duty, dog, swing — shift work; “Don’t make noise, your father’s sleeping.”   The memories are mixed: Hot whiskies — the wintery waft of clove, lemon, Jameson steaming from the glass. But … Continue reading

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Turnpike

In the cavernous darkness of snug, among the forest of dark brown bar stools, beside the shadowy hearth in which a low peat fire smoldered wandered a little boy; Sniffing the sweet-and-sour smell of stale beer, fingering sodden beer mats … Continue reading

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Washed Ashore

Every month or two, Some merciful vagary of current or tide, Carries a body to shingle shore or sandy slob. From Lough Corrib and the Galway river to the Claddagh Basin, Washed ashore. In off Blackrock with the white horses … Continue reading

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Camellia in Flower

How I wish to catch again the bright burst buds of our camellia in flower, Candy-red explosions on the west wall of my childhood home’s driveway in Ennis, Co. Clare, In April — or a good year, March — watch … Continue reading

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