Thursday, March 30, 2017

The Salmon in the Spring, the Hazel and the Hermit

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The prompt word for this poem was 'source'. Mythology is full of sources, and mythology comes with a plethora of suggestions,  all ...
Monday, March 27, 2017

The Silver River

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 Jacket, shirt and shoes;  his socks and trousers  neat on the bank;  a small crowd watching from the bridge. silver river run...
Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Ominous

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There is a blue box on the hall table. A cube, transparent plastic, maybe three inches high. It capsules twilight, and th...
Thursday, March 16, 2017

Scarecrows.

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We are two scarecrows: rags and string; what the rain softens the wind picks clean. We are two scarecrows: sticks and straw; crow...
Saturday, March 11, 2017

Your Crying

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Your crying: The silver streams Of your eyes, The radiant red cheeks, The choking on words, The gullish. Somehow I thin...
Sunday, March 5, 2017

Bones

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(in response to this week's awful discovery in Tuam) Bones in the soil, broken bones. Bones that sheltered a mind, and a ...
Thursday, March 2, 2017

In The Park

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       I met an old man with seawater eyes sweeping together the leaves of his life.           Into a sack they went, eac...
Sunday, February 26, 2017

Child

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           Where are you. Where are you child. Among the spring green leaves Naked as a lizard; I hear your airy lilt, Why ...
Sunday, February 19, 2017

The way of the world

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I came across a written piece in which it said that you can be very friendly with a person. The friendliness grows towards a sexual relatio...
Wednesday, February 15, 2017

She Swept into the Sky

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That day Maggie Allen, propped up in her bed, was staring at the bedspread. Snow, melting in her eyes, fell, tiny bells, in...
Friday, February 10, 2017

Reflection

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The sunlight on the back of your neck, ear-lobes, hair. A page-reflected glow onto your chin, dimming upward towards your eyes, ...
Sunday, February 5, 2017

Lost in Adulthood

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Explorers Poem for Elaine Then, I was the explorer with that pedal happiness in my feet; down a tunnel of laurels or welli...
Monday, January 30, 2017

Still waiting for Enlightenment

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Cruise Missiles           Jesus, the padre prayed, direct these missiles onto the heads of our enemies. Except that’s not wha...
Wednesday, January 25, 2017

One of the Most Beautiful Places in Ireland

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This poem, The Green Road, refers to one of the most beautiful and very walkable walks in Ireland; the green road skirts around the north...
Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Donald’s Personality Traits

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Anger: has he got anger issues! When  riled, he’ll fight with anyone or anything at the drop of a hat, without thinking it through. Does...