A Great Place to Go Mad
Background: I grew up with stories of my father on his honeymoon on the west coast describing it as “a great place …
Had She Never Written a Poem
Oh that as they lay there On the floor of the family home Taken by gas like to many of their folk …
Shore Road to Roscam Abbey
I walked upon an ancient road Slowly taken now by the sea, The Atlantic tides ebbed and flowed I walked the line …
To Visit A Strangers Grave
I walk in town to which confined For nine more weeks I bring to mind The graves I would visit today Of …
Death Took The Poet While Writing
“Sullivan The Poet” as Michael Sullivan referred to himself, was a writer I came across online well over a decade ago. I …
Moneenageisha Harbour, Lough Atalia
No-one comes here now with currachs Rowed by men old and young Bringing the turf to and from the islands Serenaded by …
Because The Sun Still Shines
The sun shining tells us there are better times after the storm, worth remembering in these #COVID19 times
Folk of the Land of the Whin
From where to the world’s four corners spread All desire to, but few manage to return To children tales told, songs sung …
Musings Before the Save the Eight Rally in Dublin
Writers Ireland’s spirit caught Web of words in which they sought The Ireland in their eyes that aught Contemporaneously exist. Some said …
Paul Polansky Sat In My Kitchen
The Serbian resident US poet and human rights activist Paul Polansky visited my humble flat some years back. As usual, my place …
Elegy for a Poet I Once Knew
Alas, I learned of the passing of a poet Paul Curran I shared a stage with often at Scene of the Rhyme …
Say Hello to all the Poets
Dedicated to the memory of the late Kay Kinghammer, of the Blackwater Poetry Group, R.I.P. Say hello to all the poets as …
On Reading the Verse of Hera Linsday Bird
I got no objection to lewdness in poetry, or the odd swear word or a few, but HLB writes to make the …
The Great Mcgonagall
William “Topaz” Mc Gonnagle was poet from Dundee, who discovered he could make a rhyme at the grand old age of 52 …
My Way Is In The Sand Flowing
” My way is like the sand flowing between the shingle and the dune” The sand it flows on the seashore Here …
Those Who Fought on That Side
Many men faught not for Ireland But under another flag And of their deeds our folklore feeds Of them we like to …
Dawn Breaks as Yeats Goes to Sleep
Yeats died before the outbreak of war, and his Nobel prizes and international fame was most seen through the Versailles era, with …
Truth Kills Kings
“Truth is dangerous. It topples palaces and kills kings. It stirs gentle men to rage and bids them take up arms. It …
Every Book Has Its Last Page
Dedicated to the memory of the late writer, artist and musician Ingrid Andrew… Every book has its last page When turned, signifies …
The Muses Café
Easons on Dublins O’ Connell Street has a Cafe called Muses… appropiate for a bookshop! While there, looking at pictures of now …