Wooden Ships
Wooden shipsbatteredbrokenon the beachin a blood red tideebbing the souls of childrento seato join the ageless sirensdriftingin the gardens of kelpmere yardsbeneath the marble stepsof a 5 star hotelredolentwith the…
Poetry
Win
Cross the field scrabbling muddy from the brookwe run on oblivious to the painshooting bolts of electricityup and down the shattered tendons in our legsor the burning lungs that remind…
Beauty Inside – Áilleacht taobh istigh
Beauty insideglowinglike a radiofrom 1943cracklingthrough the etherlike a love songbehind barbed wirerebelcrazybeauty stampedlike a placardheld highproud to behuman……a herothe Pope hatedand left usshattered ml’23 (Listening to ‘Black Boys on Mopeds’…
Wheels Turning
Wheels turning round and roundthe oval miles slippinginto an endless loopof smiles reflectedin the gleaming hardwoodand flashing lights. I stand and listenlaughter and musics’ universalblend of joy and lovebounced off…
Temporary Beauty
I plucked a rose oncefrom a gardenwithout permissionslicing it quicklyfrom the stemwith my jacknifeand carried it all dayin my pocketslipping it outfrom time to timeto smell the summer tanguntil at…