The Quiet Violence of Housework


The Quiet Violence of Housework


the wine on my throat

rubs down raw

with piano wire.

in the sitting room

my girlfriend

goes through boxes of clothes,

picking out donations

in a rotten wine-

dark mood. there is no sound

heard in silence

more unsettling

than the quiet

hard violence

of housework being done

by a partner.

chrys could fold tissues

like a punch through our drywall.

I did offer

to help her

if she wanted some help –

she said to go away

and I did so.


Diarmuid ó Maolalaí


I'm a graduate of English Literature from Trinity College in Dublin and recently returned there after four years abroad in the UK and Canada. I have been writing poetry and short fiction for the past five or six years with some success. My writing has appeared in such publications as 4'33', Strange Bounce, Ariel Chart and Bong is Bard, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Out of Ours, The Eunoia Review, Kerouac's Dog, More Said Than Done, Star Tips, Myths Magazine, Ariadne's Thread, The Belleville Park Pages, Killing the Angel and Unrorean Broadsheet, by whom I was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize. I have also had my work published in two collections; 'Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden' and 'Sad Havoc Among the Birds' 

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