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Monthly Archives: April 2012
By Nuala Carten What wonderful girls, How did they come to be here? Is it possible they are ours, those blessed blasted girls. Birthing Jesus couldn’t feel better than this, Watching them grow far beyond our scope Realising more for … Continue reading
By Nuala Carten A cobalt blue streak, lies in the hollow of her neck ritually anointing her hallowed pulse. Droplets of yellow gold, curve a trail to the allure and warmth of her unashamed unbridled breast. Lovett shaded green, nestles … Continue reading
By Bridie Canning It has got to be perfect. An exclusive. A self coloured material.’ The Designer stood looking at us as we lay on the table. ‘We have got to make our name this season with a new emphasis … Continue reading
By Bridie Canning The huge Chieftain Oak outside the kitchen window was the only tree on the landscape. During the night, her first in the holiday cottage, Meave was scared the high wind was going to blow it over on … Continue reading
By Bridie Canning When I’m in bed counting sheep, I name the men with whom I’d sleep; John O’Mahony, Alan Ladd, Jimmy Steward, he’s not bad, John Cleese, he’s lithe and tall. I’m too old now to bed them all. … Continue reading
By Bridie Canning Sleeping warriors wait under Beiderhg, Peat blanketing their ancient bones. Beached white horses thrashing Roar. Is it our time? Oisin, Cormac, Daithi dreaming in Belderrig Your names recall the sleeping warriors. Unleashed war-horses thrashing Snort. It is … Continue reading
By Bridie Canning Lost the word? Why? It is deep in the mind. The age had hidden it. Why? Would it evoke pain? Memory holds hidden words, Forbidden words, secret words, Words that incite, inflame, Words of anger and pleasure. … Continue reading
By Dennis Bohr Good afternoon. I’m Dennis Bohr the English Whore, and I’m glad to see such a big turnout to kick off my presidential campaign. It’s gratifying especially since I never even announced this rally. I call myself the … Continue reading
Bridie Canning Distortion of language kills. “Smart bombs, Friendly Fire, Taken out, collateral damage” Men, women, children die. Statues topple, echoes from Iraq Rebound off Derry Walls, Symbols of power inanimate, Animated by people’s anger, Fall in hope of democracy, … Continue reading
