wind-up-pig

Bhí cailín sa coill inniu. Sheas sí in coillearnach, bhí lena bróga ag éirí salach óna caonach ar an talamh, ag breathnú ar an ghrian briseadh trí na brainsí de na crainn. Bhí sé fuar; bhí blaincéad acu sa bhaile. D'fhéach sí breis agus chonaic sí fearr ag siúl suas an cosán a thíos. Aitheanta sí é mar bhí sé an buachaill go raibh ag oibre san leabharlann sa cathrach. Chonaic sé í agus tháinig chuici.        "Dia duit. Adam is ainm dom." Tionóladh sé aoibh gháire uirthi, an cineál a

Castle.   A boat capsised in the meadow today. Nobody saw, no one was there. Nobody cared, but there was no one to care.   A boat capsised in the meadow today. It was like, falling through a dream. A hidden escapade. And Napoleon was there, and he fought that war and what was just was. Like mirrors turning, sideways. Distorting the image, like birds had descended and shifted the peace and lightening crashed and in a crescendo it was broken into pieces, like mirrors, turning.   The forests and festivals had opened. And castle, and power. Myxomatosis carried on to people bearing the disease and they hung from carraiges waiting to be dumpe

 A man ripped me up once. Took me apart piece for piece, but I don’t mind. I do not feel regret or sorrow. I am a hollow boy, and a man ripped me up because he did not know why.    Have you ever been afraid of the dark? What was it? This fear we spawned had parents of an unknown origin, who lurked in the black. But what was the dark but a lack of light? A torch is shone or even a switch is flicked and nothing is revealed. No monsters of gore or murderers cold had birthed from the gaping nothing. It was so easy to lie and wait and cry and hold out our hands for God. Was it a dark that held us up to high esteem, that led us