Bodies and Balls, Both in the Nets
The crowd roars in excitement, in stadium, on television In bars and in streets, oblivious to the division Between the balls and …
It’s A Boy
The cynical switching of the media on the refugee crisis from keep them out to let them in after the photogenic image …
Pondering Old Men Reading About Moon Landing
I wonder if, hand to stubbled jaw, When they the pictures in the paper saw, Of the moon, to which man had …
Christ Was Crucified In Dublin
As if once more nailed to a cross In Dublin, Christ was crucified Where on a street beside the Dáil The least …
Matchsticks in the Wind
Mankind, and what we build, In the rage of nature, no matter how strong, Or how big, but matchsticks in the wind, …
Let Us Now Gather Together the Bust Bag of Feathers
After the “they steal babies” press in Ireland will the press devote as musch time and column inches to publicising that the …
We Know Nothing
“truth flitters across the screen we know practically nothing” – San Vincenzo “Vinci, Later” Morten Sondergaard What we think is truth we …