Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores
Meditations on Life, Love, Revolution, and Evolution from the foolpump Research Institute
I sit on the sea wall beneath the Roger Casement statue. I look out onto Dublin Bay toward Sandy Cove. I can see the James Joyce Martello Tower at the end of the curling shoreline about a quarter mile away. I think I see the Forty Foot, too. But I’m not sure.
The first bomb killed her sister, She had to be careful now, as she clicked the wires into place...
Belfast Horizontal rain No soft drops in this place
The poet sat at his desk and started to write. But first, he shot the cat.
I've been watching Channel 4's Trespasses, the series based on the Louise Kennedy novel by the same name.
"Ock! The experience is just the seed," he says, "The story. Well, echhh, the story, 'icc, that's, ccup, the tree."
My rather cranky reaction to an NYT Op-Ed........ Nice to read another diatribe from a high priest of Mammon.
The dawn breaks in a neat geo-strata of gold, yellow, and violet haze, swept across the horizon in sustained steady strokes...
Birds sing high on a wire, in the trees, from rooftops. They speak of things unbeknownst to me...
A burning bunker, Dongo, Piazza Loreto, Spandau Prison...
Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores 