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Loop Head
We took the cliff walk, a family of five, hierarchy evident in our heights. I held my father’s hand. He was speaking of the barren land, making some allusion to the difficulty of farming such poor soil...
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On the Shannon
Early winter evening. An orange sun was about to meld with the horizon. Suspended so, it reflected on the entire width of the broad estuary, its colour diluted to yellow. The fog from my breath feigned...
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A happy new year.
I am a humanist. My life has become one year shorter. The elegies for 2010 mostly depress but serve to increase my resolve to further develop my self in humanist philosophy. I love mankind, womankind –...
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A sensory monologue
I am sitting at a promenade table beside the river at Southbank, scribbling with a pencil into a little notebook. The atmosphere is cosmopolitan, the mood stimulating, the people animated, the venue,...
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An overdue letter.
Dear Vincent, As we are unacquainted it is somewhat presumptuous of me to write this unsolicited letter. I felt compelled to do so following my visit to the Museé d’Orsay this afternoon, where I had...
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The hearth
For at least nine months of the year there was always a fire in the hearth in the Living Room. The tall coal-scuttle always shone in contradiction to the begrimed contents while its mouth yawned at the...
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Writing without the letter ‘e’
I thought that writing a paragraph without an – oops, without…you know, was too difficult. So I put off doing it for a substantial duration. Could I do it? Could any paragraph stand intact without that...
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A personal plunge.
The current Australian national reading initiative seems little different to the many similar promotions that have preceded it. What sets it apart for me is its synchroneity with the announcement that...
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The Square
You turned the corner into Donegall Square – trust the Brits to add the redundant letter at the end of an Irish placename; yet another separatist sore thumb dismissive of the border county of Donegal...
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Cresting the Ninth Wave
When evening sky foreshadowed certain night I’d tighten sail to strike for harbour wall, I feared the dark – had seen its evil rites And shrank from its hallucinating thrall. On Dante’s...
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