South Beach. Arklow,
And here I sit
Amongst the rushes by the sea,
A sprig of Lucky Molly in my shoe.
The sands are ...
I want to eat the bread my mother never made. Challah. Challah. I want to savour all the historythat I ...
The Sap of Life
I watch the sap bubble,
and ooze from the log
burning and weeping
into the fire.
The pep of life drips
onto ...
with a heart that barely beats
He weaves, he slides…he strides with pride.
His bud round head…his tiny eyes
Look left and right…and ...
Life is suffused with grief and trials
with bliss and chance
and sweetest circumstance….
…and Sleep is slumber
full of latent dreams.
Death is as ...
In Praise of Folly.
Folly…
Too long you have been scorned.
The wardens carved
in rock hard stone have turned
your verve and vigour into ...
The field behind my house,
has had it's earth turned over
by a rattling metal plough..
which clanks and bangs
across the acreage.
The crows ...
In East Africa I wandered
on the plains
of thorny grass.
Like an Empale
tuned… alert to death.
Then I was brave.
I dared. I took ...
The girl is lost…her hair is torn
There’s lightening in her brain.
With eyes as large as sunken moons
She steps out from ...
The Wrong Man.
That crepuscular night,in his large purring car.His hand nearing mineThe street floated by, in the dark.
I unhappily atePomme ...
