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Bubble by David Harris

Poetry by David Harris Bubble All those questions.The woman is nice enoughBut she asks me questions.Couldn’t answer one. Here’s another–‘Do you know where you are?’At last, success.‘Of course I know.’‘I’m here.’ Not ‘In the clinic…’ or ‘In the ambulance…’but ‘here’.Beautiful in simplicityand truth. ‘Here’. It follows me, surrounds me,I am in an ever-present wrapping of‘here’. … Continue reading

In Defence of Peig

I envied Peig’s status in the family as a peata, a ‘pet’ and how her big brother carried her around in a bhaclainn ‘in his arms’. I loved how kindly the teachers and neighbours treated her. Continue reading