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Pottery - Diarmuid ó Maolalaí

the dingle peninsula.

a potters workshop. some elderly

poet, retired from writing

to pots. his new work,

apparently, gets displayed

sometimes in art galleries

and various craft

exhibitions. a sign

says the president

owns one. they're a favoured gift

to dignitaries. outside

the view falls off

to beaches like shattering

pottery. a closed coffee room,

and a teenager

working the till. upstairs,

in one corner, there are several books

about pottery. some books

about the history

of the dingle peninsula.

some books about sealife.

some yellow collections

of poems.


Diarmuid is a graduate of English Literature from Trinity College in Dublin and recently returned there after four years abroad in the UK and Canada. He has been writing poetry and short fiction for the past five or six years with some success. His writing has appeared in such publications as 4'33', Strange Bounce 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 he was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He has also had his work published in two collections; 'Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden' and 'Sad Havoc Among the Birds'

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