Relic & once a series of pulleys rose sweet hay to the high-arched loft & once cattle were milked with...
What if fruit got left out too long …….for love of course but better? And what if cabbage was put...
Each year, after Christmas My parents would take Each other to task over The chore of packing up Everything not...
My mother told me to mow the lawn. I refused. I pointed out that to raze the grass, to behead...
Gyrification There will be time for waiting Enough. Too much Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa watching. Consider the river’s meanders that more and more...
Ode to Hannibal I was scrolling – wallowing – through the Netflix abyss, Avoiding Mister Darcys, Tall Dark and Handsomes....
The vocabulary of whisper begins with fog over the river, a white break in the cloud cover, the great mastiffs,...
Darkness embraced us like a Granny’s cuddle as we left the Flodigarry Hotel satiated with herring and new potatoes I...
Ardmore Bay Hearts may be harvested at such a place, between the sea and the dishevelled land Where in a...
Life From a Garden Fence A wooden rain barrel— weathered and worn— slowly bleeds sweet elixir in drips and drabs...
TO THE RABBIT I KILLED ON THE ROAD THIS MORNING When I am dead as you are dead, struck down...
When I Think Back To It When I think back to it, it has been a Life governed by...