I see it in your eyes, he said,
suspiciously, I glanced –
perhaps a piece of my soul slipped out?

In my head, under the Eiffel tower
Parisian lights polluted the Seine river
reflecting the lovers here before;

blinding our histories – fresh air accosted
every sense, the limited space between our bodies
grew hope, love fragrant in the night air.

-L.J. Lenehan


Even The Birds Knew

That day, when worlds
lip gloss was on sale.

Distracted with all
that was superficial,
you smoked ,
more than normal.

You always knew,
it was easier to ignore
the notion of sin,
than prepare another life.

You trusted God
would not reveal
the pain you caused.
Because the pious
would no longer
praise you.

He knew, you knew,
even the birds knew
there was something
wrong with you.

That the inner you,
would terrorize

– L.J. Lenehan –

The Initial Shock…

My daughter and I drove up to the shop. I parked the car and we walked into the shop. The girl that worked in the shop walked over to me quickly her eyes wide with fear and said to me, ‘He is by the milk but I don’t think you want her to see him like this,’ nodding towards my daughter. I sighed and brought my daughter back out to the car to wait for me. I walked to the back of the shop towards the milk. I turned the corner of the aisle and my husband was sprawled on his back. He saw me, arched his back and tried to say something but could not speak. My husband’s face was turning to a dusty purple. I screamed and ran back around the corner. The girl in the shop ran over to me and hugged me. She asked me if I would talk to the 999 Operator. I said yes and took the phone. The 999 Operator was a woman she asked me his name, age, our address, medical history, my name, phone number, what his new symptoms were, I asked her if I could go because I wanted to bring my daughter down to my husband’s mothers house because I did not want her to see him like that.

I don’t remember what I said to my daughter when I got in the car. I remember that I was crying. My mother-n-laws house is about a mile from that shop. I got to her house with my daughter walking in behind me. I said, ‘he’s collapsed’ tears were streaming down my face. My son had stayed the night and was in the sitting room watching tv he looked at me frightened. My daughter went over and sat next to her brother on the chair quietly. My mother-n-law came in to the hallway and said, ‘sure, he’ll be okay he is tired.’ I said, ‘No, no, he’s not okay, this is really bad, you better come to the shop with me.’ She was in her pyjamas, I waited for her to get dressed and I drove us back up to the shop. My mother-n-law tried to calm me down on the way up saying it would be okay, not to drive so fast, she knew he would be fine. Her reaction changed when we got inside the shop and she saw her son, my husband.

Should You Escape The Labyrinth?

Tumultuous cacophony ensues;
When anyone dares to escape,
Fear, anger, happiness and pain,
Of the labyrinth.


Rewrite the rules of your life;
Use courage to spend time with yourself,
And a commodity called:


Map out what is inside;
Identify patterns,
That produce outcomes,
Impacting those around you.


When the labyrinth gets hard;
Keep going,
And then go some more.


Trust that the future, is not the tool,
You use to escape the present.
Learn that you don’t need to escape,
Today is enough,
Because you might not be here tomorrow.


-L.J. Lenehan-

Villainous Times

Running through the maze of time;
Observing from an invisible field,
Passing the mimes of crime,
From which all fear is shielded.
Árvakr and Alsviðr* flee with the sun –
Sköll* hungrily pursues.
Two beauties protect as one;
Confusing the hungry wolf to the enclosure of the zoos.
But the pursuit of beauty is not easily confused;
Much like an ocean that floods a city.
The sun finally comes out bemused –
By all the havoc it caused because of an ignored bounty.
Insecurities and fears must be released;
Nature, beast and man must emerge as one –
Or the priests of time will find us all deceased,
Devoured by our own villains.

— -L.J. Lenehan –

*In Norse mythology, Sköll (Old Norse “Treachery”)[1] is a wolf that chases the horses Árvakr and Alsviðr, that drag the chariot which contains the sun (Sól) through the sky every day, trying to eat her.