Christine sat
on the edge
of her bed
her white
...
Benedict turned the page
of the Dostoyevsky novel.
His brother puked in the bidet,
...
Under the railway bridge
in Rockingham Street,
Benedict met his cousin
who said: your mum’s home
...
His uncle Mick asked Benedict
if he would mow the lawn
of the old lady at the cottage,
which he did, then clean out
...
Auntie played the accordion
While others sang Goodnight
Irene in a discordant chorus
And the gas lamps had been lit
...
Alice liked the soft
voice of her mother,
the telling of stories
as she fell into sleep.
...
Netanya
sits crossed legged
in the bar
(Irish bar
...
Waiting's worse. She knows it.
That old feeling known since
childhood. Then it was the parent,
the heavy hand, the punishment.
...
Helen sat next to you
on the flat concrete roof
of the brick walled
bomb shelter
...
Christina sat crossed legged
on the grass of the school playing field
her friends got up and left
as you arrived after school lunch
...