Repository of my thoughts a screen for my imagination words assembled watercolour dictionary impressionist wash Receptacle of whim and whimsy If I thought I lost you, life might end.
This poem was inspired by a comment from poet, Robert Okaji (https://robertokaji.com/) about my poem, To That Girl Is it good to remember who we were, does memory have an age? To remember times when we were young, returning youth to doting stage. How can a memory be old, Stuck in the age when it…Read more Memory
Every morning when I wake up, I will see something, hear something, read something, smell something, feel something, remember someone. My first impulse is to call him on the phone. He was an early riser, lived alone and by nine o'clock he was in his garden, trimming something, cutting back, replanting. In the summer it…Read more HAPPY BIRTHDAY
https://vimeo.com/156709671 This is my tribute, made with the help of a bunch of friends, to the men, women and children, who died in the Easter Rising that began April 24, 1916, exactly 100 years ago, today, in Dublin. Some moments echo forever
Y'know that moment, when someone who broke your heart, swings into view , whether by accident or design and you're left drained and speechless? She looked in through the saloon window A blast from the past Her shame or his blame No honesty No trust Return to remind Twist the knife Salt the wound Where…Read more Blast the Past©