To Be Held To be held by the light was what I wanted, to be a tree drinking the rain, no longer parched in this hot land. To be roots in a tunnel… Continue reading
You mustn’t be frightened if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and over everything… Continue reading
It’s #PoetryDayIreland today and in thinking about which Irish poet I would share with you, I went through my mental list of favourite Irish poems. So many to choose from, but in the… Continue reading
A familiar name on the tip of your tongue, keys misplaced, a train of thought derailed in the middle of a sentence. If what I’ve just described sounds familiar, you may be experiencing… Continue reading