Children's

Knot Mine - Part 7

Wake up in a sweat the little girl does, There's a buzzing, there's a whisper, there's a never ending fuzz, So follow down the hallway from her seventh heaven bedroom, Do her little legs carry her maybe to impending doom?

Knot Mine - Part 6

Karen turned the knob of the bathroom tap, Played with Granny's bathroom stuff, the shower, her caps, Placed bubble bath in the tub for the nice smell, Looked for the lather or the shower gel,

Knot Mine - Part 5

"I get lonely sometimes with my books and the reading. The mouse said so fast as if he were speeding, The car and the highway and the motorway blues, "The only things I read are the things that are true!

Knot Mine - Part 4

Granny cooks just for hours but not breakfast or lunch, Karen truly thinks it could well be brunch, Granny celebrates nothing, not even her birthday, Not the springtime, or bedtime that seems oh so far away,

Knot Mine - Part 3

Karen approaches the steps to her grandmother's house, Taking one at a time like a clean garden louse, And as she makes time, moving slow to the door like a cat, Behind the windows of the hallway a light arrives just like that,

Knot Mine - Part 2

Dormant cars lie in colourful divides, Like the light weeping street lamps on this very night, The air is thick with hinting of daylight, And mood of Mother's car still stinks of the last fight,

Knot Mine - Part 1

Karen, Her Mother and the Boyfriend in red, "Cementing the arguments, concrete¦round my head! The unspoken word in squinting eye pockets, The fading bird night-lights from electrical sockets,
Cherry

Sammy's Mammy will ghee us mince and tatties for our tea

Everybody calls me Gegsy, everybody except for my Mammy that is, she calls me Greggor. My Mammy is a actress, she's been in a lot of toothpaste adverts. Every time my Mammy takes me to school people nudge each other and say ooh there's that woman from the toothpaste advert.

Our Christmas Animal House

It was before the Feast of Stephen that I first recall, The copious snow that lay all around my house, T'was that Yuletide warmth that came so tall, When I would throw open my wreath festooned doors to a mouse.

Dear Samaritans

Here's a list of places I went to when I didn't feel like going home; here's a suggestion of where I'd rather have been...