My hands join moon and water Summoning your glow. I am a Sorceress Astonished at my powers. I do…
Body Beautiful
I am with you My Body Though I pummel and curse you Though I pinch with disgust Though I…
Dublin
The sun still glares in mid-December Daring us to hope the rain won’t come. Office blocks breathe out their workers.…
R E P E A L
Is the 8th The last croak Of McQuaid’s Chokehold? The last echo Of an ireland Steeped in weeping secrets Bloodied…
Snow
rules relaxed neighbours greet and smile brighter than eye whites it tells us to slow we walk in the middle…
Rush
Save me from Surface-skimming. Too blinded and coughing from Sea spray of the everyday to take a deep breath and…
Holding
I am interested in what is held in the body When we have been unheld When we have split from…
