| A horizontal arm-wrestle with a cryptic crossword, a no-holds-barred with fiendish sudoku, a fifty-page paperback ride over American plains on the trail of Seventh Cavalry and Oglala Sioux. Then downstairs to give hell to the cross-trainer, earphones shuffling a random Spotify metre of Super Trouper, Ruby Love or Sultans of Swing; 2 km/2 metre pedestrians passing the window on their out of doors treadmill, going everywhere, nowhere; the western horizon a blue canvas dabbed with wads of cotton wool and the curvature of those Slieve Bernagh humpbacks – Cragg, Feenlea, Moylussa, Ballykildea. The cross-trainer takes its toll on aching arms and legs |
| MICHAEL DURACK Michael Durack lives in Tipperary, Ireland. His work features in journals such as The Blue Nib, Skylight 47 and Poetry Ireland Review. Publications include a memoir, Saved to Memory: Lost to View (2016) and a collection, Where It Began ( Revival, 2017.) A second collection, Flip Sides, is forthcoming from Revival Press. |
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