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A Stranger’s Sorrow
I exist in the shadows of empathy, where compassion floods my soul feeling the pain of all who are near because I have no peace in the presence of a stranger’s sorrow. I find myself in an outdoor...
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Sometimes A Sinner
October scurrilously arrives habitually changing the landscape for the long freeze a month I easily find ways to reincarnate my past with spirits that fit in a glass. Ireland’s heart reminds me the...
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Article 7
If you are looking, I am hiding in a giant oak tree, busy now, arranging the stars to my liking, hoping to get the combination just right that I might be lucky enough to glimpse a real life, but it...
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An Apathetic Generation
Stuck in waking nightmare, an apathetic generation watches in silent opinion, as banks fail, jobs move to third worlds, over-financed homes are handed back with ease. Forty years before their parents...
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Article 5
A cold, dry day in January eleven years ago, all our faults washed away, we were suspended in well wishers and our own bubbly hopes, the car would not start, our dinner went cold, how we would pay was...
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Cuimhnigh orm
Glaonna an t-uisce dom ó thíos an ghealach ar imní Is féidir liom a chloisteáil macalla de hallelujah. Pulls an aigéan mé isteach a rúin istigh le práinne foréigneach, Léim mé, ag snámh mé amach ar an...
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A Fated Day in May
A dull ache took over the world one fated day in May. Flowers struggled to maintain a simple bloom – that day. Purveyors of love, were simultaneously interested and bored. What a sad day, that fated...
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Longevity is fated
It’s late, my head throbs, your face has drained of colour, if only, I could rest my head - you might believe for a while I always loved you. Problems faded away at your death bed, all I could remember...
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Article 1
In the early hours of night you walked in my room, rope in hand, ‘ready’, you said, ‘gonna finish the job thirteen years living as though you are dead’ he said. Everything I never felt, all at once,...
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For the First Time
On my path, it rains, my dry skin moisturized. For the first time, I stop, observing the bend up the way, inhaling the fragrant orchard bloom I try to understand, how I never noticed the bloom of...
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