As all others slept, she was ours /
and we were hers.
Category: Poetry
Gone Are The Nights
I found you in the space /
beneath blood and bone.
A Little Boy Explains his Sadness
after my sister died i gave her a day
from each of my weeks.
This Other Life
far from sea, from sun – afraid
A Catching Place
Idle witness to nature’s flourish contained /
my hand divines the way
Saint Stephen’s Green
But look at the swans! I said /
pulling my girl past night beds
Nothing New Under the Sun
He wore a scarlet scrap of his uncle’s brunt.
Amazon
There is space enough
To go around.
A pass-through place
My lamp will guide alone in these precincts.
Sea Glass Undertones
God, hear my muted screams.