Always good to get back to my birth city , with its dazzling variety of lives, each one bang at the astronomical centre of their own universe.

Bray, July 2018

Plausible Deniability www.lrb.co.uk/blog/2025/au...

August

Spilt blood, Dun Laoghaire pier.

Quite liking the tousled disorderliness of our bathroom window.

Tiresias, doomed to discover that a woman can have a whole other dimension of pleasure that no man could measure, attempted, in vain, to recover.

Your Biographer www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v1...

Come on people! We need you xx

Niall MacMonagle will be launching my sixth collection, Everything You Always Wanted To Know, in Books Upstairs on Sunday April 13 at 2pm. If you’re free, do consider dropping in. booksupstairs.ie/all-events/m...

If kitty cats liked roastbeef bones, And doggies sipped up milk; If elephants walked round the town All dressed in purest silk; If robins went out coasting, They slid down crying whee, If all this happened to be true, Then where would people be? Poem by Louise Gluck at 5 years old

PORTRAIT OF THE MAN WHO FLOGGED THE BIBLE When he lies, he speaks his native language for he is a liar and the father of lies. (John 8: 44)

Exhausted flute, Bray, Co Wicklow

Accidental homage to Miro

Hey, finally managed to reactivate my account! I still have a Twitter account, but I intend to gradually migrate to the saner country. Hello every/anyone.

ENTROPY Heat death of the universe, don’t worry, I’m already there, ahead of you. I’ll turn out the light.

LIGHTBOX (Newgrange) Everyone should have one dark hub for the dull day’s orbit: stoneshouldered wings where you bury the bones of belief, and the redfaced sun, to gain entrance, turns a skeleton key.