Tuesday, September 29, 2020

The Four Strings On Her Violin.

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A tunnel, in which she flit ted like a bat with no more than a candle and a breath of wind coming from somewhere f u rther al ...
Monday, September 28, 2020

In the Lagoon

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Sun shining  half-heartedly   backwards   in to a sulky sky; you may come upon me, lost in my beard, drifting oarless in the lagoon,...
Saturday, September 26, 2020

The Moon is a Blood Orange

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The moon is a blood orange: half devoured, rotting, lolling just above the town. A shade of Autumn ripeness, of succulence a...
Friday, September 25, 2020

Silver Birches

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Today I came on a stand of birches dazzling in late evening sunlight. A tableau of, maybe, a dozen nudes; splendid, shameless. ...
Thursday, September 24, 2020

Re-election in A Time of Death

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A privilege of money: access, a ccess to everything. To presidency? Of course. At what cost? Cost? A privilege of mo...
Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Night Light

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Night Light Aerial photographs: night-light of the human sprawl, cities’ cancerous creep . Our web, spun across the globe ...
Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Blogging poetry in a time of Covid

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I couldn’t finish my coffee without dealing with the houseflies circulating above the table. I just didn’t want them there. I got ...
Monday, September 21, 2020

The Old Man's Song

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The old man loves to sing, but has a cracked voice; when he sings he cracks the song; a song not written for old m e n. A ...
Sunday, September 20, 2020

Finest Beauty

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Sunray v enus, a ngel w ings, c oquina; conch , whelk, cockle, auger . F ine porcelain finishes, classical symmetries, delicate ma...
Saturday, September 19, 2020

A Beautiful Place

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A remote corner of a field, away from the traffic of feet or wheels; where blackthorn, elder and briar have twisted in old age i...
Thursday, September 17, 2020

The Sadness to September

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The leaves growing old, drying like skin; apples on the crab-tree red as tomatoes; along the h illside, swathes of bronze d brack...
Wednesday, September 16, 2020

The Old Men in the Day-Room

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A picture of institutionalized men from about 1970. A nineteenth century room, dark but for a smallish window that allowed afternoon sunli...
Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Love Mode

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‘ Let me be your retinal deluxe’, sweet-talk ing; ‘ your cochlear delight’, p ushing it; ‘...
Monday, September 14, 2020

In Díseart Cemetery, Co Donegal

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Considered to be Christian since the 6th century, but evidence of  Neolithic burial. Díseart is spare and magical. Religions pass into e...
Saturday, September 12, 2020

Rain

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Besieged by rain, water; r for flow n for harangue: lakes filling like cows’ bellies; puddles through the fields u...