Snap. Video Poem

Pictures capture the setting in silenceas if the silence has settled. Reflections capture the stillness in the wateras if to sink beneath could somehow be more soothingthan the reality rockingjust a fraction beyond the frame. Hope is as fragile as a pond of still water, a breath held as if we could hold back the […]

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WHEN I CONSIDER THE ECHO OF A PULSE – NEW POEM

And another door finds its hinges turning (you lean, you linger, you lose, you leave)tides twist and then return, summer finds winterwhistling on the arms of an enigmatic autumn (leaves fall, flowers grow, dust settles before the sun)and I wonder what remains within the roomswe leave behind, in the corners now cast offwhere comfort was […]

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SLOW HUM

  Slow hum. Morning beckons- delicate dance of daisies, baby bunny in back garden thinking it’s his whole world, even the breeze is bouncy. Breath better than before. Slow hum of day unfolding, footsteps on sidewalks, sights on slow lanes, softly humming. Even runners head towards hedges now- hedge funds thrown to the ditch- see […]

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THE RABBIT AND THE OXYMORON

  I am still so you can move You twitch when you think I’m about to turn I view you as delight and you define me as demonic You glow of late like the recently planted grass in the side garden of sunlight that used to only sit in shade Coming closer to brave with […]

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BEFORE THE STILLNESS

  I sit, in stilled space, trusting time and these proses to act as forgivers to all I cannot forget. I sit here, in this stilled space, taking trips that tease time with twists and turns. I move not in straight lines but articulate thought through the acts these tracks have taken, the un-regrettable mistakes […]

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PERMISSIBLE TO ASK?

  I take the boat out on the water, rowing out to come into the stillness in this place where space is still displaced. Chez moi, c’est quoi, c’est où ? Il est permis de demander ? Merci, I say, still, when I should just stay still, like this water where I row out, stretching […]

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THE POLITICS OF A SHAMROCK

  We stopped the telly and the tea to watch the thunder on Thursday; 1-100, 2-100, 3-100 we counted in between the light growing dimmer and that storm, coming closer. We watched from distant windows, catching breaths in between fears of catching colds while next-door neighbours pulled curtains over concerns, here, in a country where […]

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THE THAW

  Blue is the breath, blue is the earth, morning, early, the sky a clean canvas of white and the earth; blue, a bed of frozen blues born from dawn’s breath, a blanket of freshly fallen slow snow, trembling along the hairs of the land, caught in the calm before the crunch, before the footprints […]

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