Wednesday, June 9, 2021

Walking through summer's

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  swathes of bluebells, setting rain and sunlight ringing or, perhaps, languorous lanterns spilling moonlit midnight onto the ocean f...
Sunday, June 6, 2021

Screaming

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  You were screaming. I looked inside, a child was using the cavern of your mouth. H er agitation, its minute ness caused laug...
Friday, June 4, 2021

I said to my daughter

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  His gentleness now stone; she, her love, a tree; the bark climbed her body till, finally, her eyes were shut; he and his anger now ...
Wednesday, June 2, 2021

Whitethorn

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  Sometimes you come from what is now a long time ago, and you are smiling; that was a different world, and your smile belongs to then....
Monday, May 31, 2021

Life Passing

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  Stand where you are, absorb the view; a full life, fully lived, is a regarded life. Otherwise it passes like a train; waved a...
Friday, May 28, 2021

Statement

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  I cannot tell the difference between fire and ice nor love and hate when I am with you; I suspect there’s none. All is passion, life ...
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Thursday, May 27, 2021

An Alien Invasion

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  Today seeds claimed the city. Millions, perhaps billions, drifted through the streets like an alien invasion. Nonchalantly they fl...
Tuesday, May 25, 2021

The Touch

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  I touch the surface; it touches me, my finger. The worry of water passes through me as laughter; the whole world convulses and beco...
Sunday, May 23, 2021

Barnesmore Gap in Poetry and Pictures

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  Recently I had a query, ‘ Anyone have a copy of a poem by Fr Leo Muldoon published in 1952/53 called the Desecration of Barnesmore Gap?’ ...
Friday, May 21, 2021

The Road Goes

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  Where this road goes, I’ll never know; like water there is no end. She walked ahead, her dress a flag waving in the wind, the road a ...
Thursday, May 20, 2021

The Livelong Day

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  The laggard day of cushioned hooves t hat once stampeded. S unrise’s promise proved powdery, and  c rumbled. Afternoon blew  b...
Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Faraway Dreams.

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 Another rewrite. One of the advantages of publication in book form is the poems are put to rest, finished or not. I think poems about longi...
Thursday, May 13, 2021

Love, In My Mouth

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  In My Mouth Love, the word: warm and rolling. Itself brittle, taut, wary. I had it on a forceps; it escaped...
Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Woman in a slant of sunlight.

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  Standing in a slant of sunlight, silver glinting specks of dust, fingering the links of the chain about her neck and gazing, not  see...
Friday, May 7, 2021

Even when you get there, have you arrived?

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  If Happiness Has a Sound It is a stream r unning on its pebble bed; exultation: a waterfall div ing off a cliff; ...