Issue #7 of “Paper & Ink” zine is out; it includes this poem of mine.
Tracing the Moy from Ballina to Foxford,
I left a melting pile of shit on the bank;
seven days of black porter and rasher breakfasts.
Damp grass and weeds don’t clean my hole.
I squat at ankle depth,
scooping handfuls of turf stained water.
Fish scoot between my knees
while gluey shite falls through my fingers
and into the best salmon river in County Mayo.