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
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
Joe Cuddy
John: How r ya Mick? Mick: Ah sure I'm grand. Not a bother. John: Sure same as meself so. Mick: How's the missus? John: Sure she's grand too. How's yours? Mick: Ah she's alright I suppose. John: D'ya know who I seen up there the other day? Mick: No. Who did ya see? John: Yer … Continue reading Joe Cuddy
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
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
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
Crap I Prefer From Home
The opposite list is here. If I were home in Ireland 🇮🇪, I would appreciate: A real dairy milk A 99 Galaxy chocolate Blackcurrant Chewits Strawberry Chewits McCambridge's brown bread Dairygold Tayto cheese and onion Chips from the chipper on The Kilbarrack Road Curry Chips too Oasis - The clothing store Vera Moda - The … Continue reading Crap I Prefer From Home
