JS Larkin

Larkin was born into the poverty of the 1960s, in a house that saw the walls inside held together by decades of wallpaper, in an area known as the Pound Loney, in Divis Street. The window of the bedroom was condensated in summer, and icicles hung from the frames throughout the winters, a sheen of ice settling on the pane. The bed clothes were always damp, and coats were thrown over them for extra heat, particularly in winter, when he wore his socks to bed, indeed wore the same socks for weeks and had scale on his heels. It was a damp-infested home alive with cockroaches and fleas, and positive he took those fleas to school with him sharing them with the other boys. He remembers simpler, peaceful days, before the warring times that arrived known as The Troubles. Like most kids he had dreams and wishes for when he was older, one was to be a poet, and while he does write poetry; found himself writing a book series about Belfast, and that war known as The Troubles. Larkin is a Belfast boy, an Antrim man, an Ulsterman, and a Northerner. He is also a Christian, albeit not a very good one, but he does believe in God, and the miracles he gifted to Larkin are more than enough proof that he exists and Guardian Angels close by…