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Category: Ireland

December 13, 2018December 13, 2018 Running Family, General, Ireland

Missing You

Dear Home, I'm sorry I left you, and with you my parents, siblings, nieces, and nephews. My friends. My safety. My me. You were there for me for twenty five years, and I jumped on a plane without thinking for a moment what losing you might mean. I had always been so proud to be … Continue reading Missing You

November 13, 2018November 20, 2018 Running Current Affairs, Equality, General, Ireland

On the Wearing of the Poppy

* This article began as one covering my thoughts of the British tradition of wearing the poppy. It splintered off in several different directions. I will leave the title as is. Now the sun shines down on the green fields of France a warm summer wind makes the red poppies dance The trenches have vanished … Continue reading On the Wearing of the Poppy

September 27, 2018 Running General, Ireland, Poetry

The Stolen Child

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. The Stolen Child - W.B. Yeats The quote and my tattoo above are of the chorus of W.B. Yeats' poem: The Stolen Child. It is my favorite … Continue reading The Stolen Child

September 26, 2018September 27, 2018 Running Alcoholism, General, Ireland, Love, Mental Illness, Poetry, Writing

Lonely

It's fucking gone. I want to write. About something. About anything. I can't. Over several weeks - I can't. Please help. Give it back. I sit in Starbucks crying. Crying for it. I need it. It's all I have. It's how I get out of my brain. Coffee and tablets assisting. Life has been falling … Continue reading Lonely

September 3, 2018 Running Current Affairs, Equality, General, Ireland

Losing My Religion

I was born in 1978 in Holy Catholic Ireland as it is mockingly called to indicate just how much control The Catholic Church has\had on the country. I grew up in a suburb of Dublin. A modern corner of the country. There were a couple of separated couples (divorce was illegal), the odd single mother, … Continue reading Losing My Religion

May 23, 2018May 23, 2018 Running General, Ireland

Three Thousand Six Hundred and Fifty Seven Miles

It's a seven and a half hour flight west to east and an eight and a half hour on the return. Doesn't sound too bad. Add on customs, immigration, check-in, hanging around the airport for no good reason, and it feels like you're traveling to the moon. In reality you (or I) am traveling from … Continue reading Three Thousand Six Hundred and Fifty Seven Miles

May 9, 2018May 9, 2018 Running Current Affairs, General, Ireland

The Tricolour

When did it happen? When did seeing it not bring a lump to my throat? When did it become a piece of material with three colors on it? Three colors that don't look too good together. It saddens me. I know when I lived there I had feelings of wonder and awe when I saw … Continue reading The Tricolour

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