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5:27 am
It is time to get up.
Airport.
Shower – I use the woman’s fancy shampoo.
Toothpaste, lotion, brush; done – in the black hygiene bag.
The woman enters the bedroom to check on me, “You have everything?”
“Yes,” I say, “I think so; if I leave anything, you could send it to me?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Okay,” I say. She walks to the kitchen and sits down softly with ...
Monday 24th June 2024 5:50 pm
The Cathedral
Father told me, when i was young, that his mother told him ‘if you can fit pinky to thumb around your wrist you are too thin’. When I managed to grasp my arm half way up, pinky to my thumb, I saw success. It’s hard to see sadness when you are sick. Mother taught me forgiveness was not earnt, but expected. So, when you lied to me I knew what I was to do next.
The cathedral was o...
Monday 17th June 2024 7:34 am
MÁTHAIR (Mother)
Her kitchen, quiet, layered with dust,
aged a decade deep,
Her table laid and draped in cloth
before she fell asleep.
The oven framed her bread of crust,
sliced up for all to keep.
Time unwound and ticked no more,
before she fell asleep.
Three shirts to dry lay mouldy, in a musty
laundered heap.
Her life had spun in cycle,
before she fell asleep.
...
Monday 3rd June 2024 4:39 pm
AUTUMN
I dreamt of my mother’s egg-blue peg bucket
and how the clatter of rain
on the scullery window sent
her heartbeat racing.
I remember us scurrying
down the backyard
to free her hung dry clothes
from their pegged wooden captors.
She watched as we yanked disrespectfully,
faded jeans and t-shirts flailing
and the pegs snapping,
reluctantly letting go.
I remember wat...
Saturday 25th May 2024 10:15 pm
VERDIGRIS
It was the copper-green crust on
salt fingers that hinted
the well was dry.
It had been months, years even,
of arid unconscious blessings.
A ritual, like the quick of bitten nails,
formed in the dousing of us weans.
It had been our mother’s blessing,
foreheads drenched on each departing.
Her three fingered aspergillum
observed from the flickering neon.
Bles...
Sunday 19th May 2024 1:06 pm
Show Me The way
Someone had to show me the way,
though much of the time I just followed mine
so you watched from the distance, I know.
But it’s clear to me now, wish I’d seen it somehow
and done more to make sure that you know -
your example means more than the whole world to me,
for you stood your whole life for what’s true.
Yeah, somebody had to show me the way…
Mom, I’m grateful th...
Friday 15th March 2024 9:21 pm
The Primrose
The primrose with its glowing face held high
Brings promise of the softer days of Spring
And gazes up towards the wind ripped sky
Through branches to the sunlight, filtering
New leaves unfold beneath the solemn frost
Where clasped they lie and frozen to the earth
A voice like yours is permanent, not lost
The primrose glows to celebrate your birth
And now each year it brings...
Sunday 10th March 2024 9:22 am
Today my friend buries her mother
Today my friend buries her mother in a coffin she has painted by hand. Today my friend's father tells her that she has taken on too much responsibility in the matter. She tells me he made her feel like she did not have a choice. Today I will get my hair cut. Today by mid day my friend will have buried her mother. My friend is only twenty four. Her daughter is two. I ask my friend how she has been ...
Tuesday 30th January 2024 8:45 am
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