I stand up from my seat. A pain missile fires from my tailbone. It shoots down my right buttock ...
Pain in Vain
Exasperation
The engine roars then fires a cannon blast. It shakes and shudders like a wagon on a washboard road, rattling brains, teeth, and all notions of order and propriety before melting into abject silence.
A Hushed Whisper in Your Nightly Prayers
Minneapolis 2026 or Belfast 1972?
The 9mm Poet
The poet sat at his desk and started to write. But first, he shot the cat.
A song I discovered on “Trespasses”
I've been watching Channel 4's Trespasses, the series based on the Louise Kennedy novel by the same name.
Good grief! Here comes the sun
The dawn breaks in a neat geo-strata of gold, yellow, and violet haze, swept across the horizon in sustained steady strokes...
Things never end well
A burning bunker, Dongo, Piazza Loreto, Spandau Prison...
Life Sentences
One must concentrate on writing. One must concentrate on THE writing.
Fear and Lothian
There's no bad weather....
American Confetti
I MOVED to Belfast to get away from the bullets and the bombs,
Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores 