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And If Anyone Should Ever Say That You Have Been a Fool

December 25, 2017
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And if anyone should ever say that you have been a fool,

you may tell them,

 

Though it is dangerous to love

(and in what peril you stood then or now, only you can say),

there is no danger is having been and being loved.

Poem: A Little Slice of Ireland (or “Says She to He”)

September 10, 2016

“Would you be free to go together?” says he.

 

“Always,” says she. “I always save that dance for you.”

 

(It’s become a ritual, you see.)

 

“Save me another,” says he, “for when the marches no longer need marchin’.”

 

Says she to he, “Absofuckinglutely.”

 

 

 

Upcoming: Annual March for Choice, September 24th

Assembling from 13:30 @ Garden of Remembrance, Dublin.

 

For more, see: AbortionRightsCampaign.ie

For info on the Global Day of Action for Access to Safe and Legal Abortion, please see: wgnrr.org

On a Plane

September 16, 2015

She’s on a plane.

She’s on a plane.

She’s on a plane.

She’s on a plane.

She’s on a plane.

She’s on a plane.

She’s on a plane.

She’s on a plane.

She’s on a plane.

She’s on a plane.

She’s on a plane.

She’s on a plane.

Day Two…

Poem: Something Must be Done

June 6, 2015
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– Something must be done.

– Something certainly must be done;

someone should do something.

– Someone ought to;

something ought to be done.

– Someone will do something,

then something will have been done.

– Good, something had to be done.

Untitled Poem #1

May 17, 2015

In the midst of a storm of words, a tempest conjured to confuse and cast asunder,

One can only hope that these convulsions are the death throes of a sick animal.

Not the proverbial swan song of dignity and grace, but a rabid beast, with deadly disease.

As the time draws near, the sound grows louder, and hope is a poor understudy to action.

Emily/Susan

December 4, 2014
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Emily –

Why can’t you love for me

when you write it so beautifully?

And you love your Susan so well.

Dear, Darling Sue,

so good and sacred –

what more need we, to make our heavens come whole?

Only one fault I find

in the single tear you cried,

for the distance, as measured by the moon –

I could have cried for joy one evening,

though the moon we sought to share was hiding,

smiling at the thought she ever wished to share the sight with me.

Dear, Darling Sue,

so good and sacred –

what more need we, to make our heavens come whole?

 

Poem: “May I Feel”

November 24, 2014
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“May I feel,” said he,

“the softness of your breasts against my cheek;

just because they’re soft

and intimate,

and I need to feel

something soft and intimate…”

 

 

“May I feel,” said he,

“the softness of your breasts against my cheek;

just because they’re soft

and intimate,

and I need to feel

something soft to heal.”

 

First line inspired by “may i feel said he” by e e cummings, for which reason I leave you with an excerpt from another of his works:

..exists no mightier miracle than this: to feel

– e e cummings