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This is my true ode to Patrick Kavanagh

condensed version of course

feeling a more traditional urge tonight. A Sonnet

triggered by a conversation with Chris Shaw about Monet's Camille

work in progress, last of the Irish cycle

Modo liceat viver, est spesIn the quiet house: voices hush.No one speaks of the thankless sun’sflight to sunnier climes. The shuffling feetfloat..

I wish I wish I wish I had a bed of poems could sleep like mad Charles beneath the sky wonder the silky star threads to milky fever of r..

if seems familiar, read authors note

Listen. Here, do you hearas I hear, the snaring beatof quiet men being ledto slaughter. The dying ageturning pages, leaf bybloody leaf for wha..

On the verge of saintlyhallowed woods, earth’s anguishechoes time’s chimesto grievous undertakingsyou and I have walked togetherthrough th..