Between the Sea and the Stars, There are Bright Lights

For Rhona Greene, Ankh Spice and Matthew M C Smith Darker days catch brighter lights,Sitting by bay-windows enriched with hopeFalling Into dreams.I close my eyes and we ride bikesWhere the sea sways to the beat of the shore, We are Sandycove and silly,We slip south; the sand now snow, a soft shuffleOver waves now carpets […]

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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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GIVEN TIME

  Rushes rustle a calling to the rain mimicking the sound of those molecules of moisture they long to feel against their sharp- edged skins. We all learn to mimic what we must, let go of all we can not hold, lean in to what we love, fake all we can not feel. Gulls squawk […]

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8 HAIKU AFTER ULYSSES, BLOOMSDAY

  1 Nimbly leaping, Wing-like hands all fluttering. The forty-foot hole. 2 Make room in the bed Said he with key now at hand And plump body plunged. 3 Tell him she says but What can he do, if not smoke? Life’s not a rose bed. 4 Lethargy. Flowers. The air feeds most. Sensitive. Botanic […]

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POSTS AND PINS, LOTUS EATERS, BLOOMSDAY

  Are there any letters for me? Soldiers eyes watch from behind dead frames while he assumes to be a flower. Henry hopes and hosts thoughts of other blooms like his wife back in bed eating bread and singing of other men. Leo sent lines off to lift temperatures naughty he is beyond his Molly- […]

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TELEMACHUS BY THE 40FT, BLOOMSDAY

  Dreams are big black cats. There are ghouls that come in waves, the Sea- a grey sweet mother snot green, scrotum tightening, come and look, smell- wax and rosewood in the distance, death has not yet departed. Waves rise along rock, bile is collected in china plate. The sea is grey, the china white, […]

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AFTER W.B YEATS

  5 Poems based on lines from W.B Yeats… ‘And I shall have some peace here, for peace comes dropping slow,’ The Lake Isle of Innisfree W.B. Yeats Slow Falling Snow falls behind the glass, beyond the reflections this window cannot see. Snow, soft as the soul; a canvas of white fleeting purity, as pure […]

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