“Do you have any jigsaw puzzles I could do?”


From a quiet kid to an extraordinary actor.

Published in: on March 31, 2008 at 1:50 pm  Comments (1)  
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Dream v.1.7


A Pause For A Poem

your skirt is
rippling, light
splashes of
hibiscus, our

fingers almost
touching, but
always those
damn circles.

a madman in
charge of
the pedal,
me unable

to stand to
reach you,
so wary of
past collisions.

the moribund
carousel is
speeding up,
heads rolling

back to our
torrid youth,
amid groans
of dizziness.

©Copyright, 2008. Seamus Kearney

Big thanx to Seamus for allowing me to publish his poem.

Published in: on March 29, 2008 at 12:12 am  Comments (1)  
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Dream v.1.6


To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Published in: on March 28, 2008 at 2:41 pm  Comments (1)  
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Past tense


You said:
“Little moments can have a feeling and a texture that is very real.”

I said:
“So you do remember me…”

Published in: on March 27, 2008 at 2:02 am  Comments (1)  
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Dream v.1.5


…I won’t open boxes
That I am told not to.
I’m not a Pandora.
I’m much more like
That girl in the mirror.
Between you and me
She don’t stand a chance of getting anywhere at all.
Not anywhere at all.
No, not a thing.
She can’t have it all…

Published in: on March 25, 2008 at 12:31 am  Comments (1)  
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