TURBULENT SACRIFICE

  Mama was an unmarried mother at the end of the summer of 75 as Joni hissed of the snakes in the gardens of complacency where ignorance was still very much alive. Mama was only a girl in the growing and possibly no more than just 18 when she bent down and placed a kiss […]

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THE LIGHT IS TOO LIGHT

  Light leaks like water dripping from the faucet. You called me baby before you really knew me and stopped calling at all, afterwards drip… drip… nothing. Light lingers in quite corners like memories that refuse to flicker, not acknowledging that the night has fallen. We pour over each other like liquid on a perched […]

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THE CURRENT OF CREAMY COFFEE

  I sink beneath your skin like sea sweeping over sand, you, a thousand grains glistening while I wash over you in warm waves, your salty sweat sweet below my current. I slip between your lips like cream coming into coffee, our senses fired like frothed fluid as we pound passion into fragile flesh once […]

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CONNECTIONS

Water Silent Stillness Reflection. Connection Make the connection Elements Water Earth Air I can be fire The fire I walk on water I dream I walk on water I see stillness I dream I walk on the stillness of the water I hear the silence I am the silence dreaming of the stillness that walks […]

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RUNNING BY THE RIVER OF THOUGHT

  I slipped off to the edge of the city, this morning, where the stream found a stillness and the air a crispness that kept confusion at a distance. I stood beneath the bridge that took the traffic and its tension far from me and found the swimming swan rising higher in the stream, the […]

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THE TRUTH IN THE WATER for Poetry Day Ireland

  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… The Truth in the Water I see you, this morning in sweeping reflections in […]

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GRAINS OF SAND BENEATH CERULEAN SKIES

  Faith is fragile, courage is not always conclusive until called, we do not command the waves nor comprehend the clouds. I tell you this sand will be swept into the sea by night fall, this baying breath of cyan neath the stretch of those cerulean skies. This smooth, salt-licked land was forged from fire […]

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