(States of Fear revisited) The unfit mother fitting out her daughter in frayed Sunday best. Watching through salt streamed eyes and smoke stained windows for the childless priest's visitation of her sins on the head of her puzzled innocent. Standing alone in the court, hands clasped, head bowed in tutored obeisance to her betters. Left … Continue reading Beating the Devil
Tag: Poetry
Coffee Break
The IT savvy Costa patrons sprawl at silent tables, ignoring each other while reaching out to hundreds of strangers with thumping opposable thumbs. Lip spreading smirks map the ether's returned signals. An older Connemara man runs a finger round the collar of a sensible shirt. He spoon coaxes strength from a teapot for one. His … Continue reading Coffee Break
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