The Tale of the Vulnerable The line at the beginning Of the old tale comes from the lips Of the beggar king as he waits In the doorway of old myth, His crown beside him is all rusted and worn. The day breathes a sadness and A wonder that only children of old know. The […]
‘The Rosemary’ She said that Aisling let her cut the sprigs. It is 3.15 p.m, it is Thursday, I am examining two rosemary sprigs their blue-green, their silver underlights. She is stripping the small base leaves from a third, tapping its heel, putting it in a glass of crystal-clear-water for planting out with the roses […]
Driving Lesson All I have in this breath is This brain in this tin shell In this endless second My grip choking the wheel – This brain in this tin shell Rattles and stutters and jerks My grip choking the wheel So letting go is the only thing That rattles and stutters and jerks Will […]
R. There is a guilt attached to needing, You were trusting and deceived. Coins that were used to cover eyes, lie broken, And trampled upon. Uncovered scars lie dripping And untended to. Five men travel across the deserts for you. You breathe in life, And I took it. Children beside a fire see something in […]
Threnody I know why the sea churns. A woman gets the news, drops to the chair, floor – further, the quick in her bleeds out. She is liquid now, leaching away, this hour, this day, day-on-day. At the back of her eyes a face ebbs and flows: his lop-sided smile makes room for her touch, […]
