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To Live In Hearts

“To live in hearts we leave behind is to not die” – Thomas Campbell To live in hearts we leave behind It …

Rattling Buckets Cant Be Seen

A boy, an errand, and a bucket of beer … A drain, a death, and now a ghost does appear … A …

Wake at Ballinalee

My mother told of attending a wake when a child in her native village Ballinalee, where the pipes that were smoked cermonially …

This Is What Death Looks Like

The wild stare as his last breath His weakened lungs struggled to make A gaping mouth as to breath He tries, his …

There Is No Time for Art

Was at the Body and Soul festival doing a reading with my fellow Tullamore Rhymers, and this one got a good reception. …

All Sorts of Accents at Accents Café

As per invitation, we arrived at Accents Café on Lower Stephens Street for seven-ish. OK, for once, I was actually early, arriving …

Out of Tune

No fingers now draw from it chords That it once formed, each one like words Now only insects and birds Dwell among …

Breaching the Veil

Death creeps like a shadow and darkens our lives… In time the truth we see The shadow is cast by the unseen …

Irish Family Funerals

Last Patricks Day, everyone else went to the parade dressed in green. Not us. We are Cartys We are from Longford. We …

Lovers of Valdaro

As in life, in death, they lie, embraced In the Eternal Cloak of the cold cold ground The warm bonds of an …

Death on a Traintrack

A stopped train, and I awaken In the middle of some godforsaken Piece of country, as an announcement is making By some …

A Phonecall Overheard

A double suicide delayed by train back to Dublin after the Poets Express event in 2010. The pointlessness of it inspired the …

December 8th 2011

Cold wet soil of winter Is now her bed, darkness Eternal, wooden case embraces The body now still, but she Feels not …

Once There Dwelt A Scotsman

Story of isolation, death, and how a burglar was more Christian than the townsfolk…, the latest of the old poems restored to …

Divine Struggle – Sylvia Plath.

The raging waves of the mind Tore her spirit asunder Yet still she wrote Those word we read… with wonder As words …

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