A Dedication to Drowning Stretched like a drum a coating of me covers my skeletal frame. For now, I am...
So be it, unto us all – Written in memory of Eadie, my wonderful rabbit, died aged 11, Feb. 13,...
Dark turf The breeze stirred ferns on the high bank. I watched you drop down the layers of Cloneen bog, then...
Listen to Laura Swift read her poem “Silage Time.” Silage Time They looked so snug All four bundled...
No talking to you now, quiet boy, holding May Elliott’s hand at the back of a ditch standing beside Bobby...
Relic & once a series of pulleys rose sweet hay to the high-arched loft & once cattle were milked with...
Along the upper Spoon River, 1935 When they found him at last, he was face down in a pool of...
There are no blue plaques in our village, no Heaney or Shackelton or Yeats to commemorate. A notable event is...
A Thin Place If you walk in a straight line across the beach from the footpath which runs between blue...
SUNDAYS You follow the thread to your country childhood, hands frozen potato gathering – little slave! the goose’s wet head...
Masterclass The shed was an apex all-wood home-built construction, erected that furnace of a summer when we burnt in the...
The vocabulary of whisper begins with fog over the river, a white break in the cloud cover, the great mastiffs,...