Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork. Her first collection of poetry titled Continuity Errors was published in 2010, and a novel titled the Quest for Lost Éire, in 2014. Her poetry has been published in Southword; Narrator International; Third Point Press, Revival Journal; Seventh Quarry; Hesterglock Press; The Quarryman; Unlikely Stories; and Otherwise Engaged. A further collection of poetry, titled Outstanding Balance, is scheduled for publication in March of 2020. She was the featured poet in the inaugural edition of Fishbowl Magazine, and is a regular attendee at the O Bheal poetry night in Cork city.
Insufficient Evidence
Standard procedure, as is said, you’ll be fine not even emojis can help you now slender mercies comforting the inevitable burying under a sleeping problem white events. God, that’s sore! Crushed under weight of expectation, technological problems dig for deeper measure keeping the flies away, excellency through failure thinner chances computed over fear of the worst. Being renowned never pays the bills sun being shone, now a consummate nuisance swooning over celebrity or at least the good-looking friendship through intelligence, downstairs table. Soaring through the following week, prices aside knowing lots through procedure, sickened through worry no news being infinitely good, at a glance licence to weep over lost entitlement. Cleanly imbibing a trap for the hubris worldly music encroaches on a worrying situation summertime for some, free food for others smiling under duress, fear ripping the psyche. The burial of the stripped of heart, once, twice making out paperwork over glitches supreme knowing income, statements, furnished throughout a weekly awaits excoriation through the stroke of a pen.
Castigation
Asked to move along, drunk or otherwise mere decorum coming through, clichéd procedure excellency through effort, water abiding politely leaving through a binding clause rarity of form discovered through nosiness lighting through convenience, less plastic therein. The street, scarred through excavation, follows suit the perfunctory plants serve other purposes running against time, not even addressed, to the appropriate adult, bank statements aside doing what has to be done, ticking off boxes loved through alcohol, but for how long? Being through worse and survived, one for the books the evicted miscreant, finally facing the cacophony promises of same dog the applications of standard procedure, the paper survey burn through goodness, through a cafe home no news being excellent, phone call or otherwise. Expensive imitations, producing the slips intimate statements still not really necessary hoping for a favourable response, or none to appeal for redress, laughing at the end once done and dusted, suitably relieved picking through the bleeding mantra of failure.
