WHEN LOOKING UP; DON’T LOOK BACK

  One born to song and sorrow One killed by serpent’s bite One lost to hands of Hades One walk from dark to light If I could say to hold the note If I could say to keep the chord If I could say that she will follow And that fear should be ignored One […]

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ALL THE REST IS BUT ASH, AFTER

  A crimson blaze, a tiny tree, truth can be fragile, beauty can be breathless (does not always need to be burdened by our breath). Branches can be barren, nature can be hurtful but colour conquers concrete. Fragility can take flight, fields can be an ocean of fallen leaves that time will catch and crispen […]

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TO SLIP BENEATH REFLECTION

  Drawn to the river where the sunlight bends to bleed as the hush on the water finds a hold among the reeds.to  Caught by the current as if to slip from this climate, as if we could lose what we’ve learnt, as if all noise could fall to silent. To wade into the water,  […]

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A DEER BY A DOLMAN IN DUBLIN

– Where you there, all the time, I asked myself, for I have not discovered the powers of hindsight, as our words wove like the wind around the whispers the woods were once witness to? – Where you there all the time, I asked myself, in that soft spot of spirit in the fold of […]

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MOTOR AND MOVEMENT 

    Man or machine; stable steel or fragile filigree, spinning through space, through this space, life the length of a thread; never knowing how deeply the spool is wound. Man or machine, we motor and move, we spin tales and cross lanes looking for the link, the correct cog to coil around, to lighten […]

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