November Starts it’s brewing In August’s free safe glow. Like a poisoned Festive pudding It stews And grows cunning, Knows … More

  My hands join moon and water Summoning your glow. I am a Sorceress Astonished at my powers. I do … More

  I am with you My Body Though I pummel and curse you Though I pinch with disgust Though I … More

The sun still glares in mid-December Daring us to hope the rain won’t come. Office blocks breathe out their workers. … More

Is the 8th The last croak Of McQuaid’s Chokehold? The last echo Of an ireland Steeped in weeping secrets Bloodied … More

rules relaxed neighbours greet and smile brighter than eye whites it tells us to slow we walk in the middle … More

Save me from Surface-skimming. Too blinded and coughing from Sea spray of the everyday to take a deep breath and … More

I am interested in what is held in the body When we have been unheld When we have split from … More

At first we felt a clear hot rage. This girl. Torn into hysterics. But not beyond reasonable doubt. Fear Response … More

This was inspired by an episode from The Odyssey used by Mary Beard in her Women & Power pamphlet. Penelope … More