WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: WHEN THE MUSÉE WAS OPEN TO SHADOWS

Whenever I took photographs in Paris, my lens always seemed oblivious to the hundreds and thousands of tourists and inhabitants strolling around me, as if it was all mine, art and shadows. Now, these days, with all the closures, this is how I still imagine the museums; sitting, waiting, watching the shadows turning and time […]

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SARAH’S SHINING STAR FOR ADVENT

This month our wonderful WordPress shining star Sarah Connor is hosting a Poetry Advent Calendar on her blog… Everyday another door is waiting to be opened with a glorious shining poem inside (I might be waiting behind door no. 4) so start your morning with a ray of poetic light and check out this wonderful […]

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THANK YOU, WITH LOVE FROM EAT THE STORMS

Hello from Eat The Storms, 1 day old today. A huge thank you to everyone for your support, love, light, joy, colour & for embracing my poetry collection. An extra huge thank you Mark Davidson- creator of the Hedgehog Poetry Press, my publisher- I keep waking up but the dream is still here! And also, […]

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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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WRECKAGE, AFTER THE REVERIE

  Restless morning after night’s twist. From day we’d split like shadows Into the swallow of darkness But dreams are billowy breaths That toss ships under sheets Of stormy seas and we- single sleepers Under the blindness, washing up And through time and buried thought. Restless morning after night’s twist. Lip trembles at dream’s touch […]

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