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Hope and Healing

The colour of ash is death the colour of tree is black the colour of loss…

The Uists were mercurial Dali art, all melting landscapes and buildings malleable. Water screening from sky…

If there is a use for the word halcyon This is it: Six o’clock on a…

The thirteen feet high Cross of the Scriptures at Clonmacnoise- Sandstone massive block divided into horizontal…

Limpet-like I cling, unprisably demanding: soul-mollusc suctioned to your strength, my strength spent as insistent muscle…

Light chink above me, small incursion of contrast; strangely sensate I am once more where no…