She came to meThe youthful agony, turning fast => warmth => gone againWith sibling again. Playing. Laughing. Joking.Joyful, cheerful voices.Background spring noise.Mom observing all.The "all worth it" moments.Some days there are none.Today has been great.Despite other parts of the world disintegrating into dust.Health. Finances. Futures.This moment is everything. For now."Hello" "Hey kids" "Dinner time" "I … Continue reading Too Fast My Love. Too Fast
Here’s the back of the motor. An ‘IRL’ sticker. An Irish > English (language) sticker. An anti-partition sticker - 26 + 6 = 1. Twenty-six counties in the Republic, and six counties in The North, make one United Ireland. And a school sticker (not relevant). Watching a few episodes of ‘Derry Girls’ got me thinking. … Continue reading Erin go Bragh – or not?
She sat in the café waiting for him to arrive. This was the exciting yet nerve wracking moment that it all hinged on. She was usually nervous until they were lying together. Then she was in her comfort zone. She had a dominant personality that strong men found challenging, and quieter men found fascinating. Either … Continue reading Tinderbox
I feel like I am floating away. Higher and higher. Unable to make sense of what's below. Knowing however, that it is not safe. Maybe I'm being pushed into the ground. Not being hammered down bit by bit. Descending slowly. Steadily. Head never going fully under. Somehow my shoulders and head bobbing on the ground. … Continue reading I Can Do It
Yep. It's for surezies this time. No doubting it. I'm depressed. I'm not bi-polar, but I was riding high Thursday evening. Laughing, joking around, being my often-obnoxious self. I kind of felt a crash coming. I was too high. Too wired. This state could certainly not last. A few hours later, before bed on that … Continue reading Yep, Yep, Yep. Here we are again…
It is so, so cold. So very cold. To those who have never lived somewhere cold, it is a cold that cannot be imagined. I am in a coffee shop. Who am I kidding? I am in Starbucks. Anyone who is from here, or has lived here long enough, knows you do not hold doors … Continue reading Cold, Cold Go Away. Don’t Come Back Another Day
Homeless man drinking coffee I am in Starbucks. I am sitting on my own. It is relatively busy. There are no fully free tables. A homeless man came in a while ago. He got his coffee and sat at the same table as me. Almost instantly I noticed the smell that most homeless people carry. … Continue reading My Homeless Neighbor