Sandymount Strand

there is a tiny girl dark skin glowing in her pink dress parents circle her courtiers to this drunk emperor…

Ancestors

My left knee holds a white coffin Small and new And the memory of the other baby who lived But…

silence

I talk to you As if my tongue skids on ice The words slip out Unruly children No translator by…

I write

I write to weed. My wordwept mind breathes less heavy. No romantic Muse visitation. It is functional. A bloodletting. Lumps…

outpouring

I feel the world as though caught in a storm upon a cliff And everyone else seems bone dry. But…

trust

Scared and sore Bombast battered Distraction-drugged Confidence creeps up A timid child at a window And vanishes at the smallest…

seaswim

my hands tinkle through the water I float I hear my lungs as though through speakers the inside of my…