Baby Finn has arrived!! |
Hey!Baby Finn arrived a month early on August 4th! He spent a little while in special care unit, but is now home to cause havoc and mayhem!! elaine xPs Elaine and Ray would like to thank The Pre-Eclam...
Posted by elaine feeney on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 12:41:00 PST |
Patriarchal Madness |
Patriarchal Madness Odour level on oiled overalls Overpowers mind mapping,Nervous eyeballing. Chipboard flakes fly as a chair isDragged to the jomb of a pyrana pine door.A hairy descendant of a tribeW...
Posted by elaine feeney on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 03:11:00 PST |
Lap-dancers, Glue-sniffers and Lesbians |
Hey,
A review entitled, 'Lap-dancers, Glue-sniffers and Lesbians' of poetry collection Indiscipline by Dave Lordan et moi can be read at the following link;
http://www.galwayadvertiser.i...
Posted by elaine feeney on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 10:49:00 PST |
Strange Fruit |
Strange FruitFor Sojourner TruthOrange is my favourite colour, But the Dutch stole it,Like the Union Jack the flowers dyedInto my mantleplace.I cover it with his chessboard,And my Proclamation of Inde...
Posted by elaine feeney on Sun, 13 May 2007 09:56:00 PST |
Paris |
Paris Steak like raw drenched smoked salmonCloying in Morans on the Weir.Slivers of beef covered in mawkish heifer bloodAnd swirling blood dots with olive oil.Cold beautiful men charm and coaxCoughing...
Posted by elaine feeney on Sun, 13 May 2007 09:54:00 PST |
Poetry Launch |
'Indiscipline', a joint venture from Irish Poets Dave Lordan and Elaine Feeney was launched at the Cuirt International Literature Festival today.
The collection of poetry is available to purchase for ...
Posted by elaine feeney on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 12:32:00 PST |
Covering Up |
Covering UpLithe tight muscles,Aching groin,Tantalite dapplesOn a day for feasting.Come over,Shackle her,Hobbled flesh teasing and Tantalizing frigit flesh froths.Muscus screams, whines;Those divine s...
Posted by elaine feeney on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 03:42:00 PST |
For the Nuns, For the Nuns |
For the Nuns, For the Nuns You look like a boxer, the old crooner from the doleful eighties,Ray Reardon with oily jet-black tresses cascading south, flattened by Vaseline Hair Tonic, Brill Crème o...
Posted by elaine feeney on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 03:40:00 PST |
Point to Point |
Point to PointThe devil should have bit thisCounty away,But I'm fastened between his nibble and The Rock of Cashel.Races over, over turned bets betted.White marquee marks land, A snap of a fat ewe tak...
Posted by elaine feeney on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 11:07:00 PST |
Sham Ward |
Sham Ward told me that I was a whore Just like his mother And his mother's mother, For she was a whore indeed.I told him how sorry I was, I didn't realise he couldn't read aloud. Sham Ward shut...
Posted by elaine feeney on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 01:19:00 PST |
