Thread Softly – You Thread On My Words
Just let my writing stand, these black words on a white screen
Category: Personal
Sick boy tries to play us
The turning and groaning did seem to coincide with me checking in on him as he slept.
This slasher movie dad makes me scream
I can’t stand those drippy Dads in those Holywood movies my daughter loves
Rocking, rolling, writing, all bound for …. Gormanston!!??!!
That was Balbriggan train station back there, and I was heading north!
The Disney princess from the other side of the tracks
Impeccably dressed boy meets scallywag Disney princess
The calm after the storm
All in all, it just looks as if autumn has been hurried up a bit, and all those beautiful sheaves of red, gold, russet and every shade of green have merely gathered thicker and earlier than they might have
Dad, you’re such a loser
Oh Jesus, I can hear the self-pitying tone in this, but I am not going to edit it, try and make it clever, salvage my ego’s authority or status. This ego’s on toast. Sunny side down.
So who says it’s art anyway?
Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder but artistic success is often down to good marketing
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