Sunday, December 9, 2012

goodbye galway/ hello castlepollard




whose books are these i think i know…
yes will be moving house over the next few days. goodbye galway
hello castlepollard
… and there are boxes (and boxes) to go before i sleep.
Anita Loos

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

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My Kitchen at Midnight reblog from http://taruane.wordpress.com w response by pd lyons

 
 
 
 
 
 
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pdlyons on December 4, 2012 at 2:16 pm said:
you might have woke
slightly
hearing the clink of stirred coffee
smelling the vague smoke
last bit of an old joint
invisible
morning
ghosts
never knowing
daylight
fled
the youth
fleeing
from
old age
midnight
in your kitchen

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pdlyons on December 4, 2012 at 2:16 pm said:
you might have woke
slightly
hearing the clink of stirred coffee
smelling the vague smoke
last bit of an old joint
invisible
morning
ghosts
never knowing
daylight
fled
the youth
fleeing
from
old age
midnight
in your kitchen

via 3) My Kitchen at Midnight.

Carol Steel: Miracles

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Bone Orchard Poetry: PD Lyons

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Bone Orchard Poetry: Gillian Prew

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The Ides of March: Volume II. Issue III.

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morgan's poem by pd lyons/from pd lyons new book The Girlz

Morgan

the Dogs Bay empty on a grey day
curves a wide scythe of sand
mimicked slopes of rocky hills dissolve again in low grey sky.

the Dogs Bay rings silver laughter a treasure of pearls
beautiful daughter darts like a needle between sea and sand
strangers no choice, stopped in their tracks , infected smiles.

not since the Indian Ocean where she learned to walk
not since Cape Cod where she learned her heritage
not since Cape Breton where she learned of treasure
has she now Connemara remembered

Monday, October 1, 2012

salamander yellow pad: so we have moved

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

the disappeared

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVFRWmiZn3c&feature=channel&list=UL


Friday, September 14, 2012

Pyrokinection: A Poem by pd lyons

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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

whirlwind


whirlwind

20th July decided to move to back ireland.

after a mad month of packing storing giving tons to the salvation army shop, giving tons to friends family, sorting out landlords and a million etc’s arrived in Dublin yesterday at 6pm.

had a few lovely pints and a drop of real Irish whiskey and a fantastic pub meal with family then a hot black tea with a slice of lemon cloves and a drop or two of real Irish whiskey to bed a slept with out a toss.
today woke up to one of the finest gems in the universe – a clear cool sunny Irish morning -
whirl wind reaped.
don’t cry for me Argentina.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Annual Retreat 2012

http://www.lotusgardens.org/programsandretreats/AR-2012.cfm

Annual Retreat 2012

August 23rd — September 9th

PROGRAM DETAILS

WHEN:
-The Path of Mahayana:
Thu-Sun, Aug 23-26th
-Engaging in Vajrayana:
Sun-Sun, Aug 26-Sept 2nd
-The Dzogchen Retreat:
Mon-Sun, Sept 3-9th
WHERE: Mindrolling Lotus Garden
TEACHER: Her Eminence Jetsün Khandro Rinpoche
TUITION: See below.
HOUSING: See below.
Register
Mindrolling Lotus Garden is delighted to announce the 2012 Annual Retreat with Her Eminence Mindrolling Jetsün Khandro Rinpoche.
At this, the tenth Annual Retreat held at Lotus Garden, practitioners from around the world will be taking this precious opportunity to gather for three weeks of intensive practice and study. The retreat offers an invaluable chance for new practitioners to connect with the Dharma, Jetsün Khandro Rinpoche, and the international Buddhist sangha of Lotus Garden. Of course the retreat is also an excellent time for practitioners of all levels to deepen their practice and study and to come together as a community.
Participants are welcome to attend any part of the retreat and there is no restriction on the number of days one may attend.

Nature of all refuges,
Lord of knowledge, love and power,
Gracious lake-born vajra,
From my heart I supplicate you.
With your constant unwavering compassion,
Please bless the stream of my being.


HE Jetsun Khandro RinpocheThis year the retreat will be divided into three sections: The Path of Mahayana, Engaging in Vajrayana and the Dzogchen Retreat.
Jetsün Khandro Rinpoche will begin to bestow teachings in accordance with the traditional curriculum in preparation for three-year retreat. As last year’s teachings were oriented toward the dakini practice of Thröma Nagmo, this year Rinpoche will bestow teachings on the life and teachings of Guru Rinpoche (Padmasambhava) in connection with the sadhana practice of Rigdzin Thugthig.
The Path of Mahayana will take place from Thursday, August 23rd through Sunday, August 26th. During this portion of the retreat Rinpoche will bestow fundamental teachings on Mahayana meditation based upon the great classical text Bodhisattvacaryavtara by Shantideva.
Engaging in Vajrayana will begin on the evening of Sunday, August 26th and continue through Sunday, September 2nd. During this period Rinpoche will teach on the fundamental instructions on the Creation and Completion stages of the Vajrayana path. Rinpoche will bestow teachings on the pivotal points of sadhana practices and the nuns of Samten Tse will guide practitioners through various liturgical aspects such as ritual instruments, mudras, shrine set-up, torma-making and so forth. All members of the study groups are especially encouraged to attend this part of the retreat so that all study groups can become proficient in practicing together these profound practices.
PadmasambhavaThe Dzogchen Retreat will begin on Monday, September 3rd and continue through Sunday, September 9th. During this period, Rinpoche will bestow teachings on the profound and renowned terma (treasure teaching) of Rigdzin Thugthig. Rigdzin Thugthig or The Heart Essence of the Vidyadhara was revealed in 1663 by the glorious treasure master, Chögyal Terdag Lingpa. It is an incredibly vast and profound terma cycle based upon Guru Padmasambhava and the Guru principle. In connection with these teachings Rinpoche will be bestowing the empowerment, reading transmission, and explanation of the sadhana practice of Rigdzin Thugthig (The Heart Essence of the Vidyadhara). The sadhana itself will become the heart of the Lotus Garden Sangha’s Guru Yoga practice as well as the Ganacakra offering done on the tenth day of each month (Tse Chu).
Rinpoche will also transmit all the instructions and give out the outer, inner and secret practices of Rigzin Thugthig for all wishing to do retreat in general and particularly for those who are getting ready to do the three-year retreat. It is said that all those who wish to attain enlightenment in this age must rely on the embodiment of The Three Jewels and the source of all blessings—the Glorious Guru of Uddiyana, Guru Padmasambhava. These extremely precious and rare teachings will be bestowed to all students who aspire to do extended retreats on the Guru and Yidam aspects of Guru Padmasambhava.
Furthermore, Rinpoche will bestow a variety of pith instructions from the secret teachings of Padmasambhava and from other masters such as Terdag Lingpa and Lochen Dharmashri during this part of the retreat.

TUITION

Non-members will pay $80 per day for those attending up to six days. For those attending seven days and or more the rate will be reduced to $70 per day. Full tuition for the entire program works out to $1260 (18 days).
Members paying dues of $50 a month or more, will receive the usual 10% discount: $72/day through six days, and $63/day for 7 days or more. Full tuition for members will be $1134 (18 days).

HOUSING OPTIONS

  • Own tent: no cost
  • Commuter/Off-land: no cost
  • Rental tent (shared): $15 (one night)
  • Shared room: $30 (one night)
  • Dormitory: $25 (one night)
Please feel free to contact Mindrolling Lotus Garden’s registration office by email at registration@lotusgardens.org or by telephone at 1.540.778.2405, if you have questions

Sunday, August 5, 2012

why we like yes factory


why we like yes factory



Hey PD!
Sorry about the delay, we were totally overwhelmed with the number of submissions that came in. We’s like to publish As If The Rain. We aren’t asking for first rights, just the right to run your story in our digital magazine and feature it at the release party. We’re having the shindig in Brooklyn, NY on September 1st. We’ll send you an invitation mid-week if you agree.
The Yes Factory

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Loving Kindness is Realistic:

http://lotusgardens.org/teachingsonline/JKR-LovingKindnessIsRealistic-110713.cfm


Loving Kindness is Realistic:

A Teaching on Bodhicitta

HE Jetsün Khandro Rinpoche
Kalachakra Empowerment, Verizon Center, Washington, DC
July 13, 2011

During the Kalachakra empowerments in Washington DC with His Holiness the Dalai Lama, in July of 2011, HE Jetsün Khandro Rinpoche bstowed an evening teaching on the topic of bodhicitta to a crowd of several thousand.
Note: due to a technical problem, the final 5 minutes of the teaching were not recorded, however the essential meaning of the teaching is complete.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Jellyfish Whispers



http://www.jellyfishwhispers.com/2012/07/a-poem-by-pd-lyons.html

A Poem by pd lyons

only august
crows
almost quiet
only feather sounds
rising
almost still
only slow
steady beating
as if horses
finally
taught themselves
to march in order
across the fields
almost green
only smoky
spiral dust
almost damp descending
mirage
as if insects
finally taught themselves
to sing
like falling rain
across midday
almost yawning
only august
 
 
pd lyons has been writing for a long time now and hopes to continue doing so for even longer. Work has appeared in many mags & zines through out the world. Has two collections of poetry published by Lapwing Press Belfast. For further info please visit pdlyons blog for poetry publishing info and new releases:
http://pdlyons.wordpress.com/
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Sunday, July 29, 2012

why we like - Jellyfish Whispers

Jellyfish Whispers: A Poem by pd lyons: only august crows almost quiet only feather sounds rising almost still only slow steady beating as if horses finally ...

Thursday, July 26, 2012

animal freedom


Animal Freedom Day
goat friend
Please join the Hartford Karma Thegsum Choling and Tara Shedrup centers in participating in Animal Freedom Day. Be a veggie for a day… or two or three. Alternatively, you can also choose to offer a gift of life and protection through the practice of “Life Release.” Find out more about this Buddhist practice at Chodron Foundation Global Life Release Movement and Karma Triyana Dharmachakra. You can also participate by donating to Animal Farm Sanctuaries at http://woodstocksanctuary.org/about/mission/ or http://www.farmsanctuary.org/.
On July 28th, 29th and 30th, we will not consume any animal products as part of Animal Freedom Day. Animal Freedom Day is a global event that aims to raise awareness towards the environmental crisis, human health and animal welfare. People all over the world will abstain from eating meat on these three days or engage in the practice of Life Release.
Please make a difference, help us bring compassion to animals and the earth. Find out more about Animal Freedom Day. And watch the trailer for the new movie, Don’t Eat Me.
The Tara Shedrup Center, Hartford KTC, and Chodron Foundation Global Life-Protecting Movement are working to put kindness in motion to humans, animals, the planet, and to create a more peaceful, harmonious, and sustainable world.
calf friend
All beings tremble before violence.
All fear death, all love life.
See yourself in others.
Then whom can you hurt?
What harm can you do?
- The Buddha
Useful Links
Veggie Recipes:
Animals are capable of so much more compassion, love, bravery, and ingenuity than most people realize.
Here are 14 incredible stories that reveal their hidden depths.
Earthlings (documentary)
Farm Sanctuaries




Tuesday, July 17, 2012

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Thursday, July 12, 2012

pieces of Picasso photographs/ wadsworth hartford ct


pieces of Picasso photographs/ wadsworth hartford ct


pieces of picasso
pieces of Picasso
pieces of Picasso

pieces of Picasso. wadsworth Hartford ct

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

this way


…almost there


Three Greys from Ravens by pd lyons





Three Greys

On the floor
Looking up
skylight
Shapes of blue
edge into disappeared.
Where the world ends
Does sky begin?

Faucet chromed
Pitted bright ‘n dark
Bumpy capitol C
Marks an asterisk tap
Turned
Brown sputter brown
Pop pop popping
Until clear n smooth

Soft morning
Bird song people
I cannot see walk
Hearing their voices
Dogs bark

 

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Why we like Pyrokinection & Jellyfish Whispers




pd,
 
I am pleased to tell you that your poem, “only august” is slated for publication on Jellyfish Whispers on July 29th.  Additionally, your poem “belize” is slated for publication on Pyrokinection on September 10th.  I am going to pass on the other piece this time.  I will email you again when your poems go live on our sites.
 
Thanks again for your support of our new projects.  And please be sure to stop by our new mother site, http://www.kindofahurricanepress.com/, and check out our call for submissions for our first anthology!
 
A.J. Huffman
editor, Pyrokinection
editor, Jellyfish Whispers
 

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

This Kitchen Poem

 This kitchen
Soft smoke secrets
Each ghost upon the gale
Welcome here
Each breath
Rare and gifted by such drifters
Visible in smoke
Audible in flame
Never alone.





original work by pd lyons

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Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Pyrokinection: Submission Guidelines

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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

2 more from Ravens



I know forever is the memory of your touch

Angels with broken wings
I taste the sin they bring
I want to cling to them
But something always haunts me
.
Lust that is true,
Dreams that have gone astray
Down every road you know there’s really nothing much to choose
The siren’s sweet lament
Their spell is my intent
But there’s something in my head denying my attempt
A kind of howling sound says I am pledged to you
.
I cross the thousand years
Part the veil of tears
Despite the demon fears
I’m reaching out for you
And breaking through at last
The circle finally cast
Kneeling down I bow my head to you
My sword at your feet
My crown on your lap
My heart into you hands
I am my Lady’s man
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Balreask

Earliest morning I been up
Since we got here
Out in the garden Qi gong cup of tea
One crow on the aerial above the chimney
Is that you ?
Is that really you Maeve?
Yes you are sleek and shiny really beautiful today.
Tilts her head towards me
As if surprised
Then clucks a few syllables in return.

Can we stay Maeve? Can we make our home here
Well not exactly here but in this country. Are we really coming home?
She leans further towards me, opens and closes her beak, leans closer
then whistles three gutsy in her throat whistles & flies.

The grass needs tending
It just might rain
Beginning is the least I can do.
Image

Friday, June 15, 2012

the song that was in my head all morning beofre i knew. for teddy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7s5n47GDDSg


Grateful Dead I Know You Rider Lyrics

Songwriters: KAUKONEN, JORMA

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when Im gone;
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when Im gone;
Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms.

Laid down last night, lord, I could not take my rest;
Laid down last night, lord, I could not take my rest;
My mind was wandering like the wild geese in the west.

The sun will shine in my back door someday.
The sun will shine in my back door someday.
March winds will blow all my troubles away.

I wish I was a headlight, on a north bound train;
I wish I was a headlight, on a north bound train;
Id shine my light through cool colorado rain.


I know you, rider, gonna miss me when Im gone;
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when Im gone;
Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms.

[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/g/grateful+dead/i+know+you+rider_20062367.html ]

I Know You Rider lyrics © EMI Music Publishing


from europe '72

for tedra l plane





Briefly
as everything is in this life
we shared slapstick
and manic
some
unforgettable
wonders
and still all those questions never to be answered
now knowing this
something quiet
peace descends
a lacy feel of breath
not deep
not in or out
but
there
.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

3 from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue - by pd lyons

WORSHIP SWANS NO LONGER

When you worship swans no longer
Will you find your way to me?
Smoke rising in a breathless voice
Winding between shade and sun
A dream begun on dew drops
Daring midday like a ghost
Vowing never to fly
From your embrace

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~





LITTLE SADIE

black velvet traveller
dark morning herald
solitary secrets kept
well behind green eyes
alluded only by such offerings
as left upon our doorstep shrine.




~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~










VIRGINIA, CO. CAVAN ’98

winter wash
sails on hemp rigging
 places precious
this January sun.
strong wind, clear sailing,
a rising Tahitian blue,
fed by silver slips of memory
travelling on wings of fantasy
calling sea birds soar
above a mucky barking back yard dog.






~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue
poems of an Irish descent
by pd lyons
Copyright © 2011 PD Lyons
All rights reserved.
:
ISBN-10: 1466272996
pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk

Friday, June 1, 2012

Bone Orchard Poetry: PD Lyons-

Bone Orchard Poetry: PD Lyons-: Last Poem Before Oregon Slept in groves of oranges Visited by only wet nurse bees Shaded by impossible leaves Clouds the d...

from: Still Wishing To Be Ravens - by pd lyons







The Other Days

unsettled
grey rains across the lake
even the fire duller now
as if unable to breathe

your absence
airless
and without remedy


~~~~~~~~~~~~


Catzen

Every moment
Of sunlight
The cat
Knows
Just what to do

~~~~~~~~~~~

Shelly Gone To America

Rain whispers
Through my open window
Night again
Without you



Image

http://www.lulu.com/shop/pd-lyons/still-wishing-to-be-ravens/paperback/product-6406530.html













c 2009 pdlyons

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

In The Company of Woodbines by Pd Lyons





Open air
Cobble street,
Church bell rhapsody


Well worn doors
Rough stone walls
Into secret corners drift
Undisturbed as dust


Waiting the slow pour
Of a pint


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~





 from: Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue -
poems of an Irish descent
by pd lyons
Copyright © 2011 PD Lyons
All rights reserved.
:
ISBN-13: 978-1466272996
ISBN-10: 1466272996
pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk

Monday, May 28, 2012

Bone Orchard Poetry: PD Lyons-

Bone Orchard Poetry: PD Lyons-: Last Poem Before Oregon Slept in groves of oranges Visited by only wet nurse bees Shaded by impossible leaves Clouds the d...

Thursday, May 24, 2012

from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue - by pd lyons


MAEVE’S LAMENT

Bound by chains of lowland vines,
Nourished only by the rain.
The red meat of my heart
Now chips and shards of stone
That even ravens cannot find.

I am most subtle now,
Unable to touch or to be touched,
Only smoky tendrils nimbly wrapped
Upon the memories of men;
A formless thing perceived by them
Only in their sleeping dreams.

Kept alive by hunger.
Eager to be embraced with flesh
And upon the bones of war - like men,
Answer with firm metal once again
The faithful ravens call.

Out of the west
Out of the west
Where is the storm that brings me breath
To let these lips of moss reveal
That charm which causes me to heal -

For when those birds recall my name,
Then will I be whole again.

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 from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue


Copyright © 2011 PD Lyons
All rights reserved.
:

ISBN-13: 978-1466272996
ISBN-10: 1466272996

pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

from rumours of another summer




Could She But Think of Cape Cod

Sand spray ridges
Heartbeat trombone ocean
still out of sight
flavours the air
her hair
and

Shifting down to the open beach
opalized lumps of stone
darker lighter sand
crazy north east gales
bit by
bit

Trail of unnecessaries
Shoes Coat
Shirt Skirt
Polka dot bra unmatched pink panties
A string of moonish pearls returned
-


–from Rumours of Another Summer
c2011 by pd lyons
ISBN 9781463769284

Come Down From Your Hills from Rumours of Another Summer




Come Down From Your Hills

Come down from your hills and see me
Remind me when I was a girl
Tip my kisses with honey
Bathe my feet in your curls

Soft green grass in showers of gold
Apple blossoms swirl like snow
Echoless laughter my hands on your face

Come down from your hills and see me
Remind me when I was a girl
I’m tired of long wool skirts
Tired of wobbly shoes
Tired of being a stranger afraid to remember you


-from Rumours of Another Summer
c2011 by pd lyons
ISBN 9781463769284

versions of this poem published by the following:

Longford Ireland www.virtualwriter.net/  

  Scotland  http://www.ospreyjournal.co.uk/  

Bone Orchard Poetry: Mercedes Webb-Pullman-

Bone Orchard Poetry: Mercedes Webb-Pullman-: Shrove Tuesday - emulated cento, T S Eliot   He disappeared in the dead of winter; death, in a dark, in a deep, in a dream for...

Monday, May 21, 2012

original version From Rumours Of Another Summer


Stainless unmarked sky

Single bed against a powder green wall
Magazine photos yellow cellophane taped
No underwear favourite red t-shirt

30/06 lever action
Blue barrel fingerprints
Weevil tick toes
Fly hums between the glass
Until heat makes everything
Even outside
Still.

Beneath that shirt
Each little island bumped
Up to where if a boy
An Adams apple‘d be.

Knee steady butt end
On a white board floor.
Spidering fingers.
Raw cotton breath.
Knowing it’s loaded.
Stainless unmarked
Alone in your room

Sky.


( original work by pd lyons c2009 )

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

salamander yellow pad: April 14-15-16 part 3

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salamander yellow pad: April 14-15 Part 2

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Wednesday, May 2, 2012

salamander yellow pad: April 14, 2012 (part one)

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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

May Day/ for dublin


Looking For Work In Dublin

The same girl sitting on different buses going by over and over I knew if I saw her one more time the rest of the world would completely liquefy and go with her. Wishing to avoid that whirlpool of a thing I knocked back the coffee, paid and left keeping my eyes firmly focused on the side-walk made my way to Eccles street. Side-walk, cross-walk not daring to look up risking my life in the traffic like a blind man saving the world.
 
In the crumbling doorways tilted columns boarded windows planning permission posters all along the way safe to be looked at on the right side of the street I had no fear of buses as the decaying signs of Eccles street lead me down to the Georgian centre for saving the ruined life of city boys saving ruins among the ruins 90 days repairs a lifetime then out with you maybe meet again in some emergency of violence queued up amidst the hospital flu wishing you weren't here.
there must be some as yet undiscovered carpet to sweep you under.
On my helter skelter straight way down to the bus station maybe O’Connell street. instead some nameless to me slope of a road not to far is that the tower of Ulysses where once Telemachus watched black mass Mulligan sacred shaving interrupted by old Ireland who may have forgotten her own tongue but remembering to bring the milk had her tits compared to moo-cows and other things I cannot now remember. everything old once was new like some profundity this rolls around in my brain tickling something in me I'm not sure of any more than why.
 
Cutting across I decide on O’Connell, I am afraid of the city only now when I am so indecisive about destinations as if there is some gang of violence waiting for that sign I send of not knowing where I'm going. Jackals of the lost man wandering seeking safety in the numbers of O’Connell, safe among the herds, oblivious to the old, ignorant of the new. penniless. No merchants sanctuary, a foreigner among the African languages and Friesian competitors, children named Rosalitta frown then smile, German hippies Burberry plaid guitars,

Somehow I don't belong except to old bullet holes on the GPO, rusted tin enamelled placards above the discount shop on Talbot, soldier statues, new inns ward, eroded Grecian friezes on greasy brick work, stained glass window cracked holes. Noticing no one seems to notice like me wanting to some how take the time to repair myself, remind myself, inquire of the passer byes as to whom they attribute freedom to.

We are in a hurry to forget, do our best to not remember.

There has never been another day like today
There has never been another way
It has always been so
World without life
Amen.

A long cat stretch beach of green benches
Cobble stone tides break debris from yesterday’s storm
Soggy cardboard
Bleached pigeon bones
Desperate for sunglasses
Into the leather sleeves of my dreams
I fold my head.

salamanders a fiction: salamanders - green, dedication

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Monday, April 9, 2012

It's all too much

I couldn't drive much in those days,
Wrong side of the road an all
But I got us there in time
Watched you being born

On the way home
Alone
Late at night
Played the same Beatles song over and over all the way
Fearless
And your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue

(re lennon/mcarthy