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I continue to perform, if just to myself, because I am Bibo of the Collesseo, and this is how I earn my way.
Freckles Collection
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’I’m not going to no summit’, says Wasp, as his guiding mountainy man pulls on his crampons. / ‘You go on’ / Wasp’s mountainy man, known as Tinka, looks at him od…
Experiments and Prompts
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I’m Fly, or Zulu Fly if you want my full title. You may have met me before, and perhaps I’m repeating myself when I remind you that I’m not to be confused with the common or garden fly. Zulu Fly’s ar…
Zulu Fly
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‘Why is the wind green?’, I hear the boy ask the man I presume to be his father. / The boy is referring to what he sees outside the window, where the wind of natures humour scurries past…
Collaborations
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She posted a letter that took years to compose, and just minutes to write. / Made love in a Mini and damaged her neck. / And walked a screaming stairway to the smile of her first social worker. / An…
Emigrating from Ireland
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With rhythmic movements she wiped the dust from pristine gloves
Different Abilities
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We’re in Sheehans Bar on the Atlantic coast of Galway in the west of Ireland. The rain is pelting horizontally against the windows, and as the patrons begin to leave for home, they’re blown bac…
In Conversation
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When I was alive, I lived with the Sun. / I rose to her shimmering smile and settled with her fading wink. My day beginning with a circle of hope as she shone through a hole in my ‘black out’ blinds…
The Journey On
