Word-whore I write. What I really want much more, is to be a word-whore Not for me the gentle teasing on a page. You spend your money - I earn my wage. Words come to me freely, there is no forcing. Quickened pulse blood coursing. The words are mine to do as I please. I coax and stroke them then I squeeze as much life out as I can. I drain them, and start over again. I suck them dry. Spent on the floor. No reader can say they needed more.
J.P. Sexton grew up in the most Northerly County in Ireland – Donegal. He has been writing since his Primary school days in Carndonagh and his writing often reflects the nature, people and turmoil of Irish life, both past and present. He has been previously published in The Irish Times, The Garda Review and The Connaught Telegraph. His memoir; “The Big Yank – Memoir of a Boy Growing Up Irish” was published in 2016.
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