Taxicab Duets

Drinks at Kennedy's with my former classmates turns into a tipsy nighttime walk through City Centre turns into drinks and dancing at 4 Dame Lane. Untiss untiss untiss. Untiss untiss untiss. Talk of our novels, talk of our poetry, talk of our master's portfolios; of marriage and children and Beckett and Hardy and confessional poets

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The Poet

It's Trinity Ball Night. That means Trinners students get to dust the cinders off their jeans and hop into a pumpkin for a memory-making night of music, drink, and elegant dress fun. Walking through College Green this evening, weaving through the six pack-clutching, tuxedo-clad Trinity Ball attendees, I stopped short when I saw this: If

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Achoo

And now, after 5-and-a-half days of Aran Island craic, I'm back in Dublin:   Or more accurately, here:   A-CHOO. Sniff sniff sniff. HONK. Sniff sniff sniff. Cough. Cough. Cough. Really, there's no better place to be. Trying to get over my flu and get my strength up for the next week, when the Bruce

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