FAMINE VILLAGE While the rain turns the ground to spotted mud, I spy a flat stone and jump, balancing, a sodden flamingo in dark plumage, teetering in the middle of the mess when I see a face next to my foot; not etched or carved, but grown into it: a man with lines of pain… Continue reading Five Poems

Grand Canal Dock, Dublin This gasworks chimney is a survivor, the last standing stone of its circle; the others have eroded over time but they once used to cover this landscape. That must have been a world of primary shades lacking the luxury of colour, a collage clipped from old newspapers, when those pipes of… Continue reading The Luxury of Colour