Poetry

Barefoot in Connemara

In the old church the everywoman is veiled all so in black, […]

A Tribute to Michael Hartnett In Tipperary townit was heavy rainingwhen I […]

The quiet cloud floats downward fromthe sky mountain diffusing its cool vapoursover […]

  I – The Return The body alabaster’d, vestmented outlined in white […]

Is Silence a wounding offered through prayer to the Who am I […]

an Gorta Mór

Another autumn poem

Translation of Rilke’s “Herbst”