Between the lines and through the lens…
And when they danced she would hold him, her perfume by his face, his hands as her strength as they waltzed through their current as the tides swept the shore, through love and labour, to the first born, still born, through the twins who stopped the tears and the girls who tied the bows […]
Read More…
Oh child, sweet child, sleeping so beneath these big shoes and ties knotted to a life of change and choice, but we had to run, had to keep going, didn’t we have grow up so quickly; stand up, show up, give up, pay up. Oh child, sleeping child, so sweet beneath this bitter battle […]
Read More…
A starlit day, on a distant shore, as if summer had sent it swarming like a snowflake; silken wings to summon the sunset, a white moth to raise a sweet soul departing. And there, as a star was added, the bright moon was kissed in berry blush as the sun settled beneath the lake […]
Read More…
We cannot truly change that which we are, we cannot really laugh louder, be brighter, stay longer than our journey has already jotted down in a journal whose language is not our own. We cannot truly change the air, the ocean, the fire that forges its way through us, leaving us inspired or expired, […]
Read More…
The brighter man, the lighter man, the darker truth, the deeper vein, bind me to the rough, the real man, I beat as a bat. The clearer glass, elusive glass, the broken bed, the better lay, tie me to the rider, all night, I beat like a bat. The gentle rose, considered rose, the […]
Read More…
The Bank of Ireland Cultural and Heritage Centre, on Westmoreland Street, Dublin, across from Trinity College, currently has a thoughtfully touching exhibition of the Nobel Prize winning poet Seamus Heaney (1939-2013) entitled Listen Now Again. On the wall, next to his poem The Rainstick sits an actual rain stick which you can turn and listen to the […]
Read More…
Water catches light Like I once reached out To catch a wave Along this same stretch of water, This same cosy current of canal That has slowed, now, Like my footsteps, Like my stokes; Coming back on the bend, Finding favour In the freshness Of all that was once familiar, Letting go of the […]
Read More…