Tag Archives: James Joyce

Dead souls soliloquy (for Archie Loss)

Posted on November 9, 2017 by

The cat is all business, can be found in the morning by the garage door flap like a killer in the shadows waiting in the dark for anything trying to get inside. Dawn remarked, there’s mouse innards in the utility … Continue reading →

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“Hang on to yourself” (the faith, identity theme)

Posted on June 14, 2017 by

Half-way complete today! This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5. It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the … Continue reading →

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The rat torture scene reveal | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 9, 2017 by

This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5 (now +25% complete!). It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the … Continue reading →

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Pledge made in Galway last December

Posted on December 30, 2016 by

I came down to the lake after I left my job and talked to the unemployment office on the cell phone. They said I was eligible for X dollars but just because you’re eligible doesn’t mean you’ll get it, you … Continue reading →

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Spellbound colander of treetops amid bruised cloud aperture

Posted on November 30, 2016 by

It’s funny, when I think about James Joyce now I wonder how much of his art is judged by what he said vs. how he said it, the fact he freed others to rethink writing: or that his book went … Continue reading →

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‘You got a decent enough do in the Brazen Head for a bob’

Posted on December 9, 2015 by

Running from our flat to the oldest bar in Ireland in the rain because you have to do that at least once in life, and it’s so close I make it there without losing my breath and find the same … Continue reading →

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Rattle my bones all over the stones

Posted on December 6, 2015 by

Saturday, all of us on damp streets swaddled against the wind coming off Dublin Bay, wandering northeast from our flat past large churches, intersections where the asphalt’s painted LOOK RIGHT, LOOK LEFT, and the people have complexions that remind me … Continue reading →

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