
Poem: The Oath
The Oath The little hand he holds Is all they could find to give him:…
The Oath The little hand he holds Is all they could find to give him:…
December light spills down the halka, through the shutters and across my bed. Living in…
Old Road Sign The sere severed plywood sign painted a modest white was nailed once…
It was because of Daniel that Mary Ann remembered Tom again; because she’d found out…
Whom You’re Never Told She pleads with her mantras for years—endless In a hill so…
The First of February Well, here’s a pile of puke on a bank of snow,…
Hats On for the Happy We couldn’t go in person since the car had grown…
Calling All Angels Leaves fall like secret prayers— calling all angels September’s having her best…
Holy Hay I didn’t have a chance to show you the sainfoin I sowed back…
In normal times Mary used to catch glimpses of the dancers. On his cigarette break…
THEY HAVE GAINED AN AUDIENCE with the divine. The plumbline is vertical as the resulting…
THE LONGEST DAY OF THE YEAR Lucky gull chicks on a city roof take food…
Then the fairy spread her wings and flew off. People came from far and wide…
The Vagabond J.M. Synge, 1871-1909 To comprehend, regard the brutal wilderness to hand. More than…
And Not Your Garments Lord, Lord this my heart full of secrets, seeds I know…
In February Anne faced the days with her usual shaky stoicism. She opened the curtains…
All is Number If the late afternoon light is beautiful but God’s not behind it…
Faerie Fire From forests, fields and fens, fair folk are found, where witchery winds with…
His blue look was on the ground, as though it held the reason for the…
St. Patrick’s Day 2024 My dream takes me to the White House where Kelly green…