Father Bunting – a Cut-Out Poem

This Cut-Out thing is the first half-decent use of an abandoned story draft, and a first, therefore, in the words being cut out of my own. This un-hip priest is a cut-out too: out of the priests that lurked in our upbringing; the stumble on the altar, the never-retiring coming arounds, the Irish physicality, the booze and the bulk.

Suits a slow reading, in your very best Gabriel Byrne…

Father Bunting


About Stevie Mitchell

I come from a long line of cartoons and beer. I was once peed on by a tiger. Hoping the resultant super-powers are yet to come, cos if these are they, then, grrrr....
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2 Responses to Father Bunting – a Cut-Out Poem

  1. weebluebirdie says:

    Very evocative 🙂

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