BLACK BEAUTY, THE LIGHT IN LOUGHSHINNY

  Clouds congregate under summer skies, standing towers, still, waiting for Napoleon’s rise. Up close, only echoes of history hit the hollowing rock below- coming in to slip out with more, in search of possession on another shore. There are footprints on the beach- horses hooves whose metal shoes now feel the rust of the […]

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THE HAND OF HUME

  I was in Paris at the time- drawing rabbits on chalkboards in an Irish pub, on a Friday, in a cut-off corner of Chinatown. Joanna had studied in Queens, Mum was over from Dublin and Anna and I had promised each other forever friends though we barely survived the slow pull of a decent […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY; IRISH COASTLINE, RUSH BEACH

Who knew rocks left actual human shaped footprints It’s wordless Wednesday but it you are looking for words to read, visions to marvel at and a deep dive into poetry then look no further than Black Bough Poetry’s latest anthology, currently No.1 on Amazon for poetry collections and our WordPress muse Merril D. Smith is […]

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