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Waking
That moment between sleep and the coming day, when nothing else matters – just being; The unblemished intimacy of soft skin; blissful union of mind and body. Innocent as childer we are perfect.
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Guest post: ‘sometimes’, by Martin McKenna
sometimes when the traffic weakens you feel you could have the run of the city in memorium. when there were no capitalisations, only silent confetti and these light needles back through these shut blinds seam all the day mine. … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, fear, Literature, Martin McKenna, place, poetry, traffic, Vernacularisms, writing
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Guest Post: ‘from a kitchen on ravenhill’, by Martin McKenna.
as rain sloshed everything else, you in my gut, again. i try to think about outside, again. buck chopping board smile, the sag of my knives give away the other side. spear through to blot bottle of wine … Continue reading
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Tagged Beckett, Belfast, kitchen, Literature, poetry, rain, Ravenhill Road, relationships, Vernacularisms, writing
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Guest post: ‘This Place’ by Duke Special
This is where I live The place where the rivers run Where we all suck the same air Poet, punk, rag toe, heel, fucker, friend and foe This is the place I knelt and fell all tongues and spirit Where … Continue reading
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Vernacularisms 