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Salmon and hake stare wall-eyed from an icy bed.
The Turkish coffee seller makes thick lattes for €2.00
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St. Brigid’s Crosses go for €7 a shot.
Inside the passage grave the walls are tight.
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Our legacy in these pages, the first inklings of going into the red, the hull breached, the trickle of debt begun, only to grow larger and finally sink the whole damn thing. A lamb bought for Easter—£4.30. A load of brick for outhouse refurbishment—£5.6/1
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Whilst nobody was looking, I placed a hand on the same rhinoceros’ hide recently and tried to feel your vibration.
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The famine memorial is ignored by passers by and in a far corner a colorful Oscar Wilde is recumbent on a boulder.
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The Titanic Experience is closed for the day
and deck chairs sit abandoned in a parking lot
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he limped along his usual route, dogless
since the days the beast savaged his hand.
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Hounds at the horse’s feet, sniffing air and ground for a trace of the prey; fox, was it?
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How the tables turn when I enter the horse latitudes of my life and wonder about you at my age.
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All year long he had an expired calendar on the wall—Bridgestone Tires, 1996—and the same leopard-skin clad model posed over a Formula One racing car, a sudsy sponge in her hand and a flashing smile on her face.
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the priest wipes kidney stains from his chin and pulls an extra pair of socks on
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young tourists from Latvia or Estonia take selfies and mug for the camera
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These huddled souls could be a cult of fairytale scholars exiled to the area by unseasonal floods in Belarus...
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My father fell midst wax and sticks into the rubble of our family woes.
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A spasm rippled across your face as the dropping sun emphasized your bloodshot eyes. “More fool me,” you said, propping me back in the now upright pram and pushing it along towards the church gate.
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