Over time, The memories. They fade. The impressions on the cerebral cortex. They soften.
I’ll Try Not to Fart This Time
Low Tide at Dún Laoghaire
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.
Pain in Vain
I stand up from my seat. A pain missile fires from my tailbone. It shoots down my right buttock ...
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 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.
Homage to Caledonia [and Hibernia, too]
Pics from the Austin Celtic Festival, 10/18/2014
Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores 