Tullamore

Tullamore

For centuries a whiskey town
Distilling Molloy’s firewater
And a Phoenix town
Risen from the flames
Of accidental destruction
Caused by a hot air balloon;
The first ever aviation disaster
Here in Ireland.

This Is the World We Live in Tomorrow

This Is the World We Live in Tomorrow

  Before you enter this run- down house, drink caffeine. As you approach, ignore baseball-busted window on second floor— you’ll never leave first. Follow creaky path down dank hall to third door, the only room with blue lights dimmed. Take a seat before the...
After Dark

After Dark

  Steel on stone Hydraulic hammers Artillery like Shake the ground, Pulverising Architecture Of past decades Too expensive For renovation, Too difficult To incorporate The requirements Of a rule riddled, Risk adverse society, Lacking taste, Lacking time;...
Infidelity: A Nightmare

Infidelity: A Nightmare

  The wife did shrill toneless wail some faceless image We talked of breastfeeding and when the milk was gone a red water came through or the juice of a tomato strained through her bitter teeth A crowd convened to discuss my influences of understudied poets and...
A Worn Mattress

A Worn Mattress

  What care you where he seeks to lay his head Only the imprint of a man remains Restrained, restricted, weighted down with chains In that space alongside you on the bed; At least he is living that once was dead His few losses are far offset by gains For he no...
Compulsion

Compulsion

  You will run back into burning buildings, of course you will, despite all the pleas not to- you will feel your skin shrink into itself as you breathe in the heat, your lungs will protest against the anger in the air, they will beg you to stop, to turn around,...