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Continue reading →: a cycle of violence
My bicycle is not a cherished object. It gets me to work and is used for shopping trips, so I don’t give it the attention it deserves. Luckily, there’s a fellow called Austin who has a cycle workshop in an old stable yard not far from Queen’s university who knows…
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Continue reading →: party animal on the prowl
A rarely seen glimpse of one the most fascinating creatures known to me was to be had over the weekend in Belfast. Spotted in a dark corner of the Speakeasy bar in the Students’ Union it was not hard to identify the infrequent reveller. His crazy hair and bizarre mannerisms…
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Continue reading →: decisions decisions
I thought I was going to write a poem about the tube and the comfort of strangers – based on the poetry in motion theme of stillness…well, maybe. But all that jostling, strap hanging and sweaty armpits doesn’t create such a wonderful bubble space even on the longest journey. On…
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Continue reading →: Still poetry
There was a one day workshop in Belfast over the weekend organised by the Community Arts Partnership. I went along and found the event bursting with enthusiastic talent. We were encouraged to dig deep and wrench words from personal places within ourselves that ordinarily stay shrouded in modesty. The writing…
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Continue reading →: Henry VI (part 1)
I am afflicted with an embarrassing condition. As soon as I have parked myself in a darkened room the urge to sleep is upon me. All very well if you are enjoying a snooze at home, but not so clever if you are out in public at the theatre or…
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Continue reading →: Donegal Weekend
Falcarragh was busier than usual last weekend. The bars were buzzing in the evenings and there was music all weekend. Strange characters wandered about with blue makeup and swirly markings. The Evil Eye Festival was in full swing. My sons and I played pool in the Shamrock whilst my wife…
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Continue reading →: Weekly Writing Challenge: Carousel Blues
Tigger had been annoying me all morning. I had had enough. If he thought I was going to ride him round and round all day, he had better think again. Pooh tried to comfort me and let me have some of his honey, but I am still very cross with…
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Continue reading →: Balor’s Evil Eye
“In times of yore…” got my attention, having used the line myself many moons ago when my odes were in their infancy. So the Evil Eye festival in Falcarragh this weekend is a must. It’s part of a ‘gathering’ so I may well be joining an ancient cult without realising…
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Continue reading →: Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree
This photograph shows a young man contemplating the beauty of nature. He is untroubled by the cares of the world as the river flows at his feet in timeless fashion. Our affinity with water has a calming effect and this particular river has oaks and willows along its banks that…
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