My grandmother is a headstone with my name in a Wexford churchyard three years before I…

The only distinct things were the causeway and the white lines down its straight way, receding…

Over the earth of Coolgranna’s ten thousand acres the sky was: its gifts formed her body,…

(For PMK) A little child carried water in a battered tin pannier, and although it was…

(After Laurens Van Der Post The Heart of the Hunter) When the stars lent you part…

Such astounding separateness have you achieved this first day, so long reclusively needy, quickly become distinctive…

The world turns this night as I drive home  into the gloaming and the ancestors come…