In July last year Pat Carroll, drawing on inspiration from the photography of Rob O'Connor created The Silence. This project brought together over forty-five creatives, authors, poets, artists, and photographers to explore their experiences during the first lockdowns of the COVID-19 pandemic. I was privileged to take part with all these wonderful people below... Claire... Continue Reading →
On the 21st day of September, On the International Day of Peace, Conflicts rage across the planet, People die from twenty-cent Czech bullets, Five-yuan Chinese machetes, Two-hundred-ruble Belarusian boots, Six-hundred-dollar vigilante assault rifles, And one-hundred-and-seventy-thousand-dollar bombs, A response to headlines screaming terror, Yet poverty culls far more, But that cannot fuel the industry, So demagogues... Continue Reading →
Alone. In that empty lifejacket,adrift upon the sea,was lost child or brother,borne away so far,to die alone,reduced to a statistic, Meaningless data thrown up,racing endless streams of television,infographic footnotes risk all,carrying dreams,daring tomorrows,out on the waves, Driven by the eternal motion,as the grains all settle back,washing final footprints from the sand,no mother’s tears will wet... Continue Reading →
In the dampness of the low valley,all rows are remarkably dry and kept,a handsome sty from rushy field,brings the wandering foot,to light upon the hard-packed earth. Fingers intertwined,hard grip to hold back,a binding in the throat,of a half-remembered smokey knee,beside the range,memories of the exuberant release of the dark bottled gift,illicit suck of bitter suds,tasting... Continue Reading →
It is a privilege to be part of this incredible 11th Anniversary Edition of Live Encounters Poetry & Writing, Insta: @liveencounterspoetry Twitter: @MagEncounters Thank you very much to Mark Ulyseas, Insta: @markulyseas Twitter: @marculyseas, I really appreciate you having my work included with these fantastic writers and poets. The work which goes into producing these two special... Continue Reading →
The Milky Way over the Fungus Rock, Gozo (Blue)Gilbert Vancell. Defiance.I'll tear a sheet of starlight for your blanket,a burnished cloth of gold to ward off fears,there beneath bright Apollo, you'll greet the morning,curled inside your mother's wounded feet,eyes defiant shimmering flakes of jet,burn away the fog of my appearance,from deep within that ragged bundle,a... Continue Reading →
Cobh R&W DailyPrompts ~ DayVIII Demagogue.'Can I have your attention please'My path has no snow or wood to diverge in,'I need all of your attention now'I take the road less travelled by,'Look at me, pay attention to my golden glow'I follow it under the desert moon,'Worship at my altar, full attention over here'Led by Coyotes... Continue Reading →
COBH R&W Daily Prompts ~ VII This set of prompts had a lot of stops and starts. Finally created something. I dont often try to have overly rhyming poems, this ones is as about as far as I go really. In Awe of Love.What is the texture of a Mother's love,But diamond, clear & bright,A... Continue Reading →
Cobh R&W Daily Prompt ~ VI I hate seeing children in war zones on TV. The innocent suffer without end, no matter where they are, they die and are recorded as collateral damage. It's sick. Guilty Witness.The first victim of War is truth,The last is nearly always a skinny child,Who watches friends die hungry,When the... Continue Reading →
CobhR&W Daily Prompt ~ Day V Not sure where this came from. A comment on internet trolls & the hateful. Those who offer nothing, yet demand everything. Often demented cowards, who while hiding behind anonymous accounts, have caused outrageous harm. Malign actors, amplifying fear, division & hatred. So maybe this is a modern day curse... Continue Reading →
Cobh R&W Prompt Day IV The return of the Buzzard to the skies of Ireland, is occurring and they can be seen now in ever greater numbers. It is a wonderful sight, there are several mating pairs who have carved out territories all around the island of Cobh. In their turn the younger birds, leave... Continue Reading →
Cobh R&W Prompt Day III So today's prompt took further inspiration from this piece of sea glass which I picked up on a Sunday walk at Youghal, Co. Cork. Sea Glass.Who did hurl you that you came to rest,Lost from your mortar,At the high tide mark,Here, were the sea licks Ireland,As it takes its payment... Continue Reading →
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