Padraig’s journeyI imagine you smelt the stench of decomposing tubers when the blight broke through the Mayo air. Maybe you saw failing farms, fleeing families, the Clew Bay countryside lined with corpses; too few left to bury the dead. Perhaps you saw ships sailing... See More »
Going HomeI’m going home today My home was a beautiful, old place With tiled floors and wooden shutters A testament to history It had a garden With orange trees Where I sipped coffee in the morning Watching the sea It was my parents’ house but They’re... See More »
Help sonnetSuppose I phoned you on my darkest nights, could you reply, and listen to my tales of broken dreams, dreadful times, awful fights. And when I cried would you recall my fails. If I call your number will you be there, explore my feelings no matter what... See More »
