As I write this the cold of fading day is creeping in
to take the place of the soon departed sun.
I am bound by my writing arm to Caitriona
who is bound to me by hers – through a loop of
bungee hooked into the green army poncho
acting as an extra layer of warmth
around our shoulders
and down our [...]
Author Archives: psilly
02/04/08, A Castle in Tangled Wood.
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01/04/08, April Fools.
Caitriona’s voice:
Laughing-cries to say goodbye to familiar faces
my space in the mirror; long train rides
no longer knowing where the stops are coming.
Heavy backs draw questions, the following surprise
makes belly-butterflies run and hide.
Land into blasts. Tired eyes
from too much feared and fairy-grounded sleeping
suddenly open wide, this is a place
where seafronts bend their eves
like any windswept tree.
Hands [...]
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Good Old England versus The Evil Algeroids
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Here we go,
here we go,
here we go…
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Three people thick at the bar -
we only wanted a pint after work
but now we’re being forced
to sup from the World Cup.
I managed to avoid last week’s game:
England versus the USA. Woke up drunk
and went to get the papers, nearly puked
all over myself to see the gulf coast oil [...]
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