Unicorn shaped cloud.

Fantasy’s Stamp – Poetry

Fantasy’s stamp is upon this sky From the cloud dust remains of a quartet of ghosts, they grow, gather pace on the carousel,

Back Home – Poetry

Back Home Mumbles greets, with pop-to-shop chatter, the ping of welcome, the smell of new, Welsh crafted gifts and the slow-down of browse.Home is in the accent, in the dragon on...

Sculpting – Poetry

My hands are imagining you, the cool pale, your shoulders, like hawk wing, I sculpt,
Stradbally Beach

The Aunts – Flash Fiction

The aunts never shaved their legs. They rolled up their trousers and ran into the sea.

Petals – Micropoetry

When you wake with petals strewn at your inner imaginings, you try to live up to the sweet start,

Micropoetry: Language

It's a mystery, how the mind leaps from primitive sound to intricate, webbed sentence,

Micropoetry: This Moss is her Island

This moss is her island, its dewy green . . .

A Poem for Poetry Day Ireland

When the bough breaks and my oak tree heart is joined by an echo,

Micropoetry – Piebald Rug & Flood

Burgundy-earth patches on cream, soft as calla lily.