Thursday, March 28, 2019

Emigration never left

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There was a time, maybe thirteen or fourteen years ago when it seemed the country was rid, once and for all, of the sad days of mass emigr...
Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Crosses in a snow-covered military cemetery.

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These crosses seem to rise from oblivion and carry oblivion on their shoulders. In their ranks, each is unaware of the next, ...
Monday, March 25, 2019

Workshop Tips for Poetry Beginners

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1.         Check that details included as factual are accurate. 2.        Check that words you have used do not have unplanned, unhelp...
Saturday, March 23, 2019

The Lake

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The lake sees. It draws the world’s beauty into itself and is replete. I may admire, but must not dip my hand into the water, ...
Monday, March 18, 2019

Well, my friend

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Well, my friend, our time is gone; you are dead, and I have left that group. Our friendship was the sole tie, and it was a friends...
Sunday, March 17, 2019

A happy thought for St Patrick's Day

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The weight of these beautiful things: pool of sunlight among the trees; scurrying shadows of April clouds; scintillations on wat...
Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Films in your Face

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I am watching the film in your face: your enjoyment crinkling at the corners of your eyes, teeth catching your lower lip, blood d...
Thursday, March 7, 2019

Under the Bridge

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I sat under the bridge, our old den; flung out a net to catch memories, and sat watching the water’s    steely mail grind past.  It...
Saturday, March 2, 2019

Your Last Day

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On the day you died, All the important global events Happened in your bedroom. Gathered around your bed, We followed your brea...
Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Moving House

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I am casting away the jetsam of forty years; the once indispensable, now surplus cargo of a life that failed to reach its destinat...
Thursday, February 21, 2019

The Clam

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I picked a clam from the beach, a beautiful thing. Its valves exquisitely symmetrical, its surface lustrous, ridges swept in a gra...
Monday, February 18, 2019

Stream

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                                      Sinuous,           the stream weaving braids:   its muscles,                solving the puzz...
Wednesday, February 13, 2019

A Rose For Valentine's

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Imagine an embrace: enfolding, encircling. Imagine it warm, not intense, but lush pleasure. Imagine it deep within other embraces; s...
Monday, February 11, 2019

The Boy Who Watched For Apparitions

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  Goodnight to the twin moons   stretched along the railway tracks   outside Roscommon.   My night-time window halved   wit...
Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Still Island*

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The trees make a cracked sky; beyond that, they make no sense at all. There is so little soil beneath them; they grow into deformi...