Sleeping In feathery lilac the moment in the morning when the blanket’s cold ceiling painted in pastels prisms of ice-light dancing dawn through the shutters pinkish moments fading fast snuggle

when hiding feels like //  letting go // the greatest weapon // disarm the heart // win at moving on // capsule each secret // each memory   // that

Ode to the Camac   The aul Camac, from Saggart and Clondalkin to Inchicore Even Saint Patrick’s Athletic get a look in A haven for storks and pinkeens and common

Summer Dreaming why not     simply pack a bag with books,           oranges, wallet,         notebooks, shoes and toothbrush    and go to BC and    dream in dawn amongst

A Kiss for Judas The diner was unusually empty,    For that Saturday night,    But we were unusually up at 2    In the morning because you,    And