WAKING, DREAMING, DREAMLESS The horse of old age is on the horizon, mane ruffled by the black north wind and lit by the setting sun. It gets closer even as you look the other way, carrying in its saddlebags fragments of the future: a riot of rocks that time’s fast glaciers will leave behind as… Continue reading Three Short Poems

Three poems inspired by my returning to live in Ireland, the country of my ancestors: MY CLAN If I just sit still and listento the silence and my heartI can imagine them all.Kate stayed on alone for yearsgossiping with the shadowswhen everyone else had left.I’m an accidental man, said Thomasevery day of his life as… Continue reading Three Irish Poems

Haunted time dragged by insects. So tired you can hear it ringing in your bones. Floating on the coffin lid of desperation in a race long and slow as starvation while your mind is an amphetamine bus searching for bodies after a cyclone. Medicine brand names like fantasy gods that you read aloud in the… Continue reading Insomnia