From Mayo to Limerick to Cork to Galway, hovering around edges of Irish standup comedy.
A short story written and narrated by Mama Duck of Mayo.
A fish out of water seeks divine guidance in a strange land with strange characters.
My first solo podcast, intro to me, how liposuction means my life is no longer defined by lipoedema and lymphoedema.
The humble peg leads a perilous existence,
always watching for the chance of escape.
Cornered hems of a teatowel clamped
swashbucklingly between its teeth,
it leads the charge,
as a superhero-in-training slays stuffed toys.
(like an anaconda swallowing a goat)
around a quilted, 100% rayon, dressing gown
on a clothes horse stabled near the radiator,
The tension will be broken by a warcry:
as the peg flings itself, murderously springloaded,
at the eyes of innocent passersby
carrying their cuppa back to the comfy chair to catch up
on Fair City.
Seen in their final repose,
spiking the squelch of
Digested dog’s dinner,
waiting in the weeds beneath the washing line,
Bear testament to puppy boredom.
Freedom has its price.