Being in the moment means noticing the beautiful golden light shining into the roomBeing in the moment means grabbing the camera and wandering outside in bare feetto capture the sunrise and share it with friendsBeing in the moment is when the camera doesn't work andyou have to rush back inside determined to find another … Continue reading Being in the Moment
Conceptual Poem 3
What's stored in your closet? 06 December 2014 Written by Martina Carroll free from all worldly concerns always itself regardless can't be tamed domesticated or grounded by society's disapproval understanding life lyrically that the marvellous has power and reality doesn't impress when ordinary life shackles. no more walls one way or another inspire laughter and … Continue reading Conceptual Poem 3
Conceptual Poem 2
Most Terrifying 17 December 2014 Written by Martina Carroll you would never dare be stranded in Alien Isolation with Freaky Spiders when a game's most formidable enemy a very scary man terrified of Isis can destroy entire American cities and kill all of us despite terrifying bridges and basements and the scariest patch of road … Continue reading Conceptual Poem 2
Three Conceptual Poems
Written by Martina Carroll Here is the first of three conceptual poems produced in Inksplinters sessions. Conceptual poetry overlaps with conceptual art and my first attempts were in the context of an art installation. I didn't realise it was poetry until one day in the Writers Centre I was talking to John Kearns. I've decided to … Continue reading Three Conceptual Poems
The Centre /Written Feb. 2013
Working for a pittance Each morning waking In the stormy winter gloom Grey day upon grey day Disgruntled money problems Dreams in tatters World crashing down Amidst mouth gaping And chin wagging spew of venom As resentment reaches out To squeeze the life out of life Sitting hunched over in the corner As dark clouds … Continue reading The Centre /Written Feb. 2013
Ryan Kaiazu and the Garden Party in Blackrock
Written by Martina Carroll Chapter 2 from Stories from the Village It was Ryan’s idea to have the garden party at the old house in Blackrock. Ryan is the youngest of my five children. They’re all here together enjoying the day and the sunshine. Jack the eldest and his wife Lucy have come with their little … Continue reading Ryan Kaiazu and the Garden Party in Blackrock
The Beginning, by Martina Carroll
Sketch #1 The Beginning from Stories from ‘The Village’ A Collection of sketches from the InkSplinters Writing Sessions Martina Carroll I walked into the old pub in the centre of town, and there was Jean having a drink with her three children. My son Jack, who’s married to Jean’s daughter Lucy, … Continue reading The Beginning, by Martina Carroll
The Painter
Written by Martina Carroll The painter speaks on the phone About Ideas Unfinished So I turn to my journal Of two years ago. The painting’s about freedom The artist needs to be free And so he paints keyholes Over and over. The keyholes like I’s That hang on my walls I's that don’t see Eyes … Continue reading The Painter
The Bench
Written Martina Carroll Joan awoke to the sound of wind and rain, opened her eyes to dim light and shuddered as she crawled out of bed and pulled on the clothes that lay crumpled on the chair. She stepped into the cold bathroom and started to brush her teeth but changed her mind and stuffed … Continue reading The Bench
Who is the owner of my Sadness?
Written by Martina Carroll Your voice grows further away the song said who is the owner of my sadness? the words drift into the air suspended as I embrace tender feelings knowing that love and sadness are partners in poetry and song