dead drunk dublin and other imaginal spaces
blank image this is the way home poetry - written and spoken stories and creative writings alternative writings, prose, essays, reportage manifestos, insights, alternative views music mp3 original music eyes to see with movies, flash and animations links - click here to read reviews of our favourite websites click to subscribe to our occasional ezine all about dead drunk dublin info on how to contribute to dead drunk dublin





Cleanliness all around, as well as minor bits of clutter & disarray put to use as assemblage. Sure, the books, that’s a given, & some stray postcards, pictures of her in times past. Articles torn from newspapers. The future’s coming into view loud & clear, jazzy, fragmented. Three gentle women, kerchiefs on their heads in the dream, wanted something from me, & when I played coy like a kid playing hide & seek, they turned into three lions I had no need to be frightened by. When I hid behind the row of giant marble pillars, these transmogrified lions soared by just above the ground like smiling figures of a carousel. When I woke all fear had disappeared, the window wide open to the future flying in in leaps & sounds.



B e y o n d   T i m e    b y   R o b e r t   G i b b o n s

P h o t o s   b y   S y r i e   K o v i t z


to contact the editor, email or use our contact form here
all contents copyright © 2007 all rights reserved - redmoonmedia, publishers - authors rights are protected

site design by redmoonmedia