Poems, Under this Saffron Sun /Safran Güneşin Altında
The wind is wild through the olive trees, through the windows of the fast minibus, through my hair. Like on his motorbike, gripping him tight, engine revving uphill — I am a wind-vane in chaos. We head for Ezine and my long trip home, that intangible place, a shifting...
Poems, Rochford Street Review
I am sleeping in your sweet Leitrim air. Clouds of summer rain will gather, day ahead calm and lightly wet, enough to prompt the red, purple and saffron flowers in your window boxes into extra depth of colour, adding a bright polish only rain can give. Near...
Poems, Shadows at the Gate
Just when I have it by heart: that hip-swell of hill curving into Barr na ghaoith, Top off the Wind; each rolled smooth stippled stone of Boatharbour and Drimmeen beach; the stormy head of bay at Ceann Dólainn its sandy flesh ripe peach in the warm afternoon light; a...
Poems, Shadows at the Gate
Someone is tonguing the honeycomb of my spine, while I walk, while I sleep. With no familiar name like Age or Death, unknown, unexpected he has burgled access, and with his acid kiss, takes it on his lips like sherbet, fizzing to nothing. I didn’t know to be...
