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  November 2013
volume 10 number 2
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Maurice Devitt
November 2013
   

 

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art by paradoxius

    "After a career in business, I completed the Poetry Studies MA at Mater Dei in Dublin, where I focused on the poetry of James Wright, Charles Bernstein, and others. During 2012, I was nominated for a Pushcart Prize, was runner-up in the Cork Literary Review Manuscript Competition, short-listed for the Listowel Writers' Week Poetry Collection Competition and placed third in The Joy of Sex competition. Over the past two years I have had 50 poems published by various journals in Ireland, England, the US, Australia and Mexico. I am a member of the Hibernian Writers' Group."

   

 

A Short History of Regret

How many times did you pass
on the street or touch
on a crowded train,
before regret slipped
you a note, scribbled
like a shopping list
of nibbled failures?

A broken promise, a stolen
cheque, a mother lost
in a poker game, and inked
in red, the letter you wrote
but never sent, pressed
like a flower
between the pages of a book.

At first, no gloveless handshake,
no hint of recognition. A bluff
not sharp enough
to puncture skin, it teetered
at the point
where the shadow could burst
and then the balloon.

You tried to change trains
but the carriage followed,
covered your face
but the colour ran off,
ransacked a library, were found
surrounded by books, all open
on the same page.

copyright 2013 Maurice Devitt