Jay Douglas

Loneliness

And I laughed when she said it

Now looking back it makes me sad ‘cos none of it was ever funny

But it was all that I could muster up to shove in front of trust been tossed assunder

Incognito, Under covers

Moth coughs, fluff clots, dust and clutter

Sense had long since done a runner

But it was fun

It was summer

It was young and we were dumber

It was lazy

it was Sunday on a Monday and a Wednesday

Never end days

but they all do

Way back when days

When I knew you

Biography

Ruairi Fallon Mc Guigan’s (1993 Belfast) paintings, prints and objects combine memories, architectural desires, the domestic and his cultural background. Fictional spaces are constructed and distorted in order to convey insight into his political and domestic existence.