Clouds in Trousers

by | Aug 31, 2021 | Writing

Clouds in Trousers (Leipzig 2015) By Helen McNulty Time fades as Buckets and spades of logical rain Fall in muddy Prussian streams from the Clouds in Trousers. I sang to Napolean on the hill The royal Corsican. I heard Frank Harte in my heart Refulgent beams in his...
Eugene Street

Eugene Street

by | Aug 27, 2021 | Painting

Ten years ago during the big snow, I lived in this little alcove in Dublin 8 for a wee while, in a gorgeous cottage that was hidden behind big apartments on Cork Street. It turned out to be a bit of a threatening place, in the end, it took a while before I noticed the...
The Old Phone Box

The Old Phone Box

by | Aug 27, 2021 | Painting, Writing

First Car I thought it was silver The night Daddy drove home up Hudson Heights Hill.  We were kneeling on the top of the sofa Looking out the window for the surprise. Mummy said one was coming. We couldn’t wait to see what it was. A part of me thought it was...
Duncan Road

Duncan Road

by | Aug 27, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Writing

The week we moved in I was scratching my skin until it was torn to bits.  The house was dormant for a good long time and the sofa had fleas living in it. My skin doesn’t like fleas, or ticks, or horseflies or midges or mosquitoes. I flare up like a balloon and...

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