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Beetle – Nature Poem

The beetle of this poem is a creature of reality. I encountered it four years ago at Mahon Falls and knew then, it would...

The Line – Poetry of the Sea

To lie on the line between sand and sea will not be enough, will not express my homesick longing for this one shore.

Wounded Boat – Poem

He kneels in the twilight, spinning moon disc hot with the surgical grindof steel, the bleed now sparking sickness, weeping fire from the fountain wound.

Daisy-Chained Summers – Poetry of Childhood

Over long, daisy-chained summers I wonderedhow an imaginary horse might move,I took on the actions, my hands were the hooves, my feet made the noise and as I galloped, friend after friend joined me, became a parade.

The Heart of Summer – Review

The Heart of Summer The Heart of Summer is a series of three poetry events, brought to the public by Poetry Ireland, in association with...

Onstage Story, Part 2 – The Mask of Ophelia

“Now.”The word signals the start of the rescue operation. Leonardo swoops on the foundation, measuring out the exact amount required for each cheek and for Martha's high forehead. He dots, blends and expands, taking the reddish hue from her skin, replacing it with a pale sheen: the mask of Ophelia.

Backstage Story, Part 1 – The Mask of Ophelia

The Mask of Ophelia The Mask of Ophelia is a short story set in the theatre, written at a time when I was writing a...

Japanese Dragon – Flash Fiction

He has a gold smile and a bell at his throat. He guards me as I write. He was a present from Japan – a place I have never been to, never will go to. I am no traveller, yet, I am drawn to delicate portrayals of Japanese life: a bridge, a hut, bright flowers.

Sky Spirit – Micropoetry

Sky Spirit is a piece of micropoetry about the ghostly, magical effect dew can have on dandelion clocks and grass.  It aims to capture...