Final Weeks in Dublin

July 10 First assignment from Mary Morrissy – a poem about pain. Sweet. Pain is a cloudy, swampy place – being flattened between teeth and spat into a glass of ice water, but the glass is the size of a lake, two miles wide and ten miles deep with giant chunks of frozen, salty water…

Dublin Buses Are Enormous

I told people I would keep a blog while I’m here. So I’m going to try it. So here we go. June 14 Walked around the city centre today. There are so many beautiful buildings and streets, but somebody thought it would be a good idea to erect a giant, steel stiletto right off the…