Epitaph on a TyrantW. H. Auden, 1907 - 1973 Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And…Read more SUBSTANDARD
He tears the place apart. He feels drained and empty. She tells him he's selfish and pathetic. He refuses to believe her, dismisses her as a ranting, spiteful, jealous woman, bent on revenge. 'You can't feel anything," she screams. She's right, he knows, but his feelings aren't lost, they're hidden. Image: Addran - DeviantArt …Read more HIDDEN
An old short story from Postcard from a Pigeon and Other Stories
I knew none of my companions before that evening. Yet here we were, all five of us, striding with intent, to our common destination.
A full moon swung in the air like a bare bulb in a dingy pub toilet. The path was wet and slimy from that evening’s summer downpour, slippy from the sodden daily grime of a country town’s streets, chip grease, spilt beer, puke and chewing gum. We trudged along purposefully and, it must be said, tipsily.
We were seeking arbitration and judgement on something that on a summer’s evening in a small town in north west Kerry raised issues as fundamental as birth and birthright.There was close to 750 Euro in side bets involved too.
It’s amazing what a night of carousing can be had from a summer’s night in a country pub with a town festival and carnival in full swing. The posters we…
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By David Brooks If you grew up in the 20th century, there’s a decent chance you wanted to be like Miles Davis, Billie Holiday, Humphrey Bogart, Albert Camus, Audrey Hepburn, James Dean or Jimi Hendrix. In their own ways, these people defined cool. The cool person is stoical, emotionally controlled, never eager or needy, but instead…Read more How Cool Works in America Today
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/satisfaction/ When I'm not writing, I cook. I love this Italian soup, Zuppa di pesce Napolitano but this is my Dublin version because all the seafood's from Dublin - cockles, mussels and Dublin Bay prawns.
The Deal By a busy city street three men in a lane, between the Middle East store and Vicar St, bent in business, oblivious to the hub-bub, rush hour people, going home, intent on the share, the deal of their lives, this minute. Few words, hungry eyes, gaunt and haunted, slaves of the powder that…Read more The Deal – #4 in the Taking Liberties Project
I live in The Liberties, one of the oldest parts of the city of Dublin, the outer suburb of the medieval walled city where the native Irish lived to trade with and serve the city's Norman rulers. It is an area rich with history and a strong sense of community. The Bells of St Patrick's is…Read more Libertie’s, a poem