Latest / From Cork With Love - by Paul O'Mahony
Cursed Be Thy Name
The pen is always heavy,when it’s months since you lifted it.The weight of the space left behindundressed, unaddressed.Time without colour,days without commas,seconds stripped asunder,drunk on the spirit of everlasting full stops.———This pen has a cough,the sign of an infected lifelived as if there was no editorround the cornerwaiting.No publisher cracking teeth, chewing toenails,waiting for the pen to impregnate the page with filth, for the ink to copulate with lines that conceive parables, that deceive imaginations so much that the nib cries for rest, prays for time off howls for sleep…
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