Like Scars
storm
drains scab up
like
scars
on the
pavement;
held
in place
by
the threat,
ongoing,
of inclement
weather
–
summer
on a long road
in
dry heat
and
itchy. dogs pant
outside
cafes,
under
cafe tables
and
the nodding heads
of
tulips.
the
beauty of skin
threaded
about buildings
arms
tanned
and
languorous,
dying
for 7up.
Diarmuid ó Maolalaí
I'm a graduate of English Literature from Trinity College in
Dublin and recently returned there after four years abroad in the UK and
Canada. I have been writing poetry and short fiction for the past five or
six years with some success. My writing has appeared in such publications
as 4'33', Strange Bounce, Ariel Chart and Bong is Bard, Down in the Dirt
Magazine, Out of Ours, The Eunoia Review, Kerouac's Dog, More Said Than Done,
Star Tips, Myths Magazine, Ariadne's Thread, The Belleville Park Pages, Killing
the Angel and Unrorean Broadsheet, by whom I was twice nominated for the
Pushcart Prize. I have also had my work published in two collections; 'Love is
Breaking Plates in the Garden' and 'Sad Havoc Among the Birds'