Oliver Plunkett Pub pillars teach me Irish. Irish Coffee. It is wet. Pig. A lovely day. Salami and bacon in the greenery plate. Ribs reddened with sauce. Children game with appropriate boards and pieces. Three musicians are the sort who use hands: strings and then an accordion. Sound drenches the pub. The rain of singing […]
Archives for July 2013
Gougane Barra; July 17, 2013
July 19, 2013 by
I enter Ireland’s award-winning water closet. Hut of orange innards. My skin a rind the midges suck. Mirror of panels of mirrors. I reflect incomplete, looking at my camera’s eye. Two dried teabags lie outside. Omens of heated thirst. Moss as brittle as the steep-less. The sound of sheep but they are miles across. The […]
Beach at Kinsale; July 12, 2013
July 15, 2013 by
After a bridge and hairpin path, the sand seeps into shoes. I am not good with such estimates, but probably 80 people. Barebutt babes led into the sea by their fathers. Barefoot in the water: crabs approach toes. Seaweed that pockets air floats. Seaweed that has alligator skin on its swim bladder. The green drying […]