The Waiter

The Waiter The waiter turns the cup around, a habit, bred from suspicion that somewhere, someone else was watching, waiting He waits, he smiles, anticipates, but never sees it coming, someone has it in for him but he prefers to leave them wanting Desire, he feels, from memory, and previous experience, leaves nothing but an…Read more The Waiter

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The Waiter

The waiter turns the cup around, a habit, bred from suspicion that somewhere, someone else was watching, waiting He waits, he smiles, anticipates, but never sees it coming, someone has it in for him but he prefers to leave them wanting Desire, he feels, from memory, and previous experience, leaves nothing but an empty space,…Read more The Waiter

History Lesson©

My father, Martin Hayes or Michael M. O'hAodha, as he signed himself, died on December 14, 2015. He was a traditional Republican, of  older west of Ireland farming stock, classically educated, who could roll to bed with a Latin phrase and rise, with a verse of Greek, gave much of his life, willingly, in the…Read more History Lesson©