Between the lines and through the lens…
It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish… General Post Office 1 Beneath the pillars of your past, I posted letters between […]
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It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This years theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish… Toppling his Tower What can I lay by the feet of such beauty? What […]
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And still we will come to lick the honey from the purple petal and still we will come to root out the weeds of worthlessness in gardens where others eat up all that is beautiful. Time turns and we, in turn, follow its path, suns set and the moon shows us its song, hold […]
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A caress of candy apple red on a Hong Kong carriageway of Persian blue busses and yellowing white stripes, a notably normal night without a star in sight where nothing really happened except for a sweetening fold, caught by a camera and time passing and that bus in blue going by, the lives of […]
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When we to time wish, wings do not carry all words so I to promise must desist, faith is fickle feathers on fragile birds. If love to hearts hold then hearts be more than one must for not is love a concrete mould; stilled the river bed whose reeds rot to rust. When we […]
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Here in parks in Paris, France, I potter through a past so old and cold that it cannot be parted, we cannot easily outrun our own ruins while Cali beckons me with her rock and roll band; those make-me-feel-good brothers and sisters since seduced back to their former States and somewhere, in between, the loneliness […]
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Rough round that rose bordered hem we ran, regardless of where her skirts did scurry, no fretting to the fraying of her fringes, never noticing how nimble had turned to not-so nifty above that border of red roses, oh so pretty… We carried you, like a child, that day, winter now withered as the bark […]
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