Thursday, March 31, 2022

A Memory of my Father

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    Shaft of sunlight,   reflection off a million specks   of dust,   fe e d ing his face with lines and grace  – s oft light paints o...
Tuesday, March 29, 2022

Soil

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  There is just a suggestion of mountainous terrain across the bay; when, in the haze, they disappear so do I ; b ut a starling on the a...

City Lives

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They shout into space, answer each other like whales across great haunted distances; they never meet, only sound waves ever meet.     Alone ...
Thursday, March 24, 2022

Days of our Lives

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 o we’d have a coffee, maybe two, then off into town by the side streets, looking for red-brick houses with lilac doors and yellow window fr...
Tuesday, March 22, 2022

Friendship it Seems

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  Arms thrown open; friendship it seems; doubt it. Too close to that face, the full of your eyes: a prison.

Self-Portrait

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  My self-portrait is a busy place; a totem pole of chancers. Face beneath face, each advertising its schtick. It’s late,...
Saturday, March 19, 2022

Closed

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  Gentians, May’s bright eyes were yours but now those buds have closed, never to open. Stripped of their tongues, the mourne...
Sunday, March 13, 2022

Dublin Launch of New Collection

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My new collection, The Sound of Water Searching, will be launched by poet, playwright Vincent Woods at 8.30pm, Friday, March 25th in Drop De...
Saturday, March 12, 2022

In His Nature

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   It is in his nature to shoot songbirds out of the sky,                                  ...
Tuesday, March 8, 2022

Where the high soprano sings

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  Where the high soprano sings notes so pure they might crystallise and glint in the sunlight, these men are deaf as steel. I f only...
Monday, February 28, 2022

Her Fingers, Piano and Light

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 A rewrite from last year. Her Fingers, Piano and Light. Her fingers  on  th e  piano keys:  nail s  brighte r,  redder than rose-hips.     ...
Tuesday, February 22, 2022

Flitters

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  Lifted off the sky, wet strand, on Atlantic gales, flittered sunlight, gulls banking over drumlins to a moon- crescent bay, ...
Friday, February 18, 2022

My New Collection, 'The Sound of Water Searching'

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It's been a long time coming and, needless to say, I think it's the literary event of the year.  The Sound of Water Searching   is n...
Monday, February 14, 2022

Through

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  No not you there but being like a thought there your eyes present but bodily not substantial not like flesh but bea...

A Light at Sea

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  Nightfall; a light at sea, a hand in a net. Memory: a beach in Connemara the sound of which that tide keeps playing its fa...