‘It’s Ours’ by Charles Bukowski

‘It’s Ours’ by Charles Bukowski

It’s Ours there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while say flopping on a bed thinking of nothing or say pouring a glass of water from the spigot while entranced by nothing that gentle pure space it’s worth centuries of existence say just […]

Pieces of you

Pieces of you

If your mouth were a cave I would crawl into it, and find my way to the cranial staircase. I would reach for every message — every signal sent — and read each one earnestly. If your thoughts were an ocean I would dive into it, and let the tides carry me wherever. If your […]

Snuggling Up to Self-Doubt

Snuggling Up to Self-Doubt

A short post on getting along with self-doubt.

Kite

Kite

  It comes on slowly, gently at first. Afters years and years, after fears And arrears and tears.   It comes on slowly. And on a day like any other, The wind arrives.   And the kite is airborne.

The Closest We’ve Been

The Closest We’ve Been

  We were, the two of us, parked on a rock each, looking out at Galway Bay on a mild August night. Drunk and merry, drunk and pensive, but in those few hours happy. Strolled along, or staggered, after winning a score on the slots (or was it fifty?) and our girlfriends were left behind […]

In the Supermarket

In the Supermarket

In the supermarket I purchased a pound of laughter when the checkout girl hollered over the PA for a price-check on “asshole customers”   In the supermarket I purchased a kilo of Schadenfreude when I witnessed asshole customer fall over as he complained to the checkout girl   In the supermarket I purchased a tub […]