As soon as I turned onto the Cork road it began to rain.Not just little dropletsBut big, fat ones that spread out across the windshield,Blurring my vision and causing me to slow down. God forbid I go below 120 and stay safe on the road!Especially when His Heavens have opened so magnificently above me.I have … Continue reading On the Dublin to Cork road in heavy rain – Poem
"An chéad stáisiún eile, Nás agus Sallins."After two long hours of trying to read and changing songs my senses are tingling.Only five minutes until I get to see your curls bouncing as you do that cute little half jog up the steps into my outstretched arms. Utterly adorable. The drive back is filled with hand … Continue reading Nás (Poem)
"Everybody feels fucking anxious."Just something I say to myself a few times a week,Generalising the pressure rising inside of me like a kettle about to boil.Brushing off the insidious feeling of being alone despite being surrounded. Some days I feel like a coffee cup that's too full in a speeding car on a bumpy road.Thrown … Continue reading Anxious
Packed like sardines in an old tin can we push and squeeze and excuse me. There are no ‘sorry’s here in the no man’s land that is the middle of the cart. Hands cling to rails and heads are burrowed in books and phones While homeless people tell sad stories that would break your heart … Continue reading The Changing of the Guard / 4 Train
