A Maud Gonne of the Kurds
As Kurds fight to free Korbani I post this old poem of mine in tribute to the Peshmerga and their women fighters! …
As Kurds fight to free Korbani I post this old poem of mine in tribute to the Peshmerga and their women fighters! …
Rain falls from where some denied it falls Washed the streets over which protesters calls Echos to where the water falls from: …
Sometimes, Irish Americans whose ancestors left the country generations before can be too nostalgic…
The caress of barbed wire For a while causes pain But keeps the beast in the field So it can remain Where …
As per invitation, we arrived at Accents Café on Lower Stephens Street for seven-ish. OK, for once, I was actually early, arriving …
Quiet hours passing slowly Day that was young is getting older And a day that was never warm With a growing breeze …
No fingers now draw from it chords That it once formed, each one like words Now only insects and birds Dwell among …
Ballinagar is a quiet country village between Tullamore and Edenderry, with one pub a few shops and the usual amenieties. Tonight, there …
A humersome yet morbid ghazal, for Halloween!!! All in the world around you is dead Or to you it appears to be …
Just launched online is Carmel Divineys promotional video for the “Tara Calling” book which is to be launched soon.
A lake in all its splendor spoiled By a group of babbling chavs It was the opinion on being observed As “have …
When one thinks of Brendan Bowyer, they think of the Showbands, and not of the current music scene, and with that thinking …
Flying over Holland on my way to Prague, I looked down at the view bomber pilots on all sides had on their …
In times before corporations Shareholders and their greed Earth gave healing to humankind Harnessed by understanding, according to need. From painkilling properties …
Once upon a time, and the back of a hedge… Or in a country cottage in Ballinalee Or a tap on the …
From a calender of horses, to an anthology on the passing of a writer, and a book to save Tara, the writings …
There was auld wans and young wans and all sorts of wild ones Piebalds and ponys, and big horses, small ones hands …
To ride a horse is to ride the sky, Someone once said somewhere… Well I was not with horses raised, But I …
This poem was inspired by a visit to the National Gallery in London a few years ago, and is in fact a …
Written after the “Right to Work” march on June 1, 2010 —oOo— We marched there, chanting slogans Past the gates of Trinity …