A poem of mine Lady of the Lake was published in Boyne Berries 25 at in March 2019. It was launched in Trim, Co. Meath as part of the Trim Poetry Festival. It was great to be able to read the poem and meet fellow poets. See the link for more details and images.
Eight Poems Shortlisted in the Blue Nib Chapbook Contest
Eight poems of mine where shortlisted as Highly Commended in the Blue Nib Chapbook Poetry Contest IV 2018. Helen Mort, the poet, was the judging poet. I found out a few weeks ago. I am delighted. There were many submissions so to get Highly Commended is a great accolade. Thanks to the Blue Nib. Please click on the link to read more. https://thebluenib.com/announcing-the-winners-of-chapbook-contest-five
Two poems of mine Shrine and Footprints will appear in the Teachers’ Who Write anthology. It will be launched at the Waterford Teachers’ Centre on the 5th of December 2018 from 7 pm. I will be there reading the poems.
Exciting times. My second collection of haiku will be launched tomorrow the 18th October at the Teachers’ Club, Parnell Square, Dublin. 7:30 pm. Come along if you are in the area. Looking forward to seeing you.
My second collection of haiku, A Thousand Sparks, will be launched at the Teachers’ Club on Parnell Square, Dublin at 7:30 pm on the 18th October 2018. Please come along.
I am delighted to have won a scholarship to attend the Yeats Summer School in 2018. The scholarship was organised by the Irish Writers’ Centre. The summer school will take place over 9 days in July. I am looking forward to it.
A poem Dawn over O’Cebreiro was published in the Blue Nib journal in April 2018. You can read the poem by clicking on the link below.
This poem won 2nd place in the Ballyroan Library Competition 2018.
In the Bath
I step in
and skin is scalded
the meniscus crawls up my face
my chest hairs are dancing reeds
my nose rests above the surface like a crocodile
silence is a muffled drum
a piano struck in a distant room
I listen to the slightest flicker of a finger
the shudder of shoulders
I run my hand across my legs and chest
touch is dulled by the water
I come back into the humid air
my eyes full
I speak and set the atoms dancing
This poem was highly commended in the Ballyroan Library Poetry Competition 2018. The poem makes references to places on the Dingle peninsula.
The air is clenched. Ember smoke guts
from the fireplace. We speak in staccato tones.
An anvil of guilt sits in my stomach
after last nights crossing of words.
For air and time, I drive to Connor Pass.
Fog clouds the road rendering
my map useless. A stream runs furiously
from Peddler’s Lake, slapping the cliff.
I return home and let the silence
sooth out an apology. You still read
the newspaper, turn it sharply. In my pocket
a compass twirls and twirls in frenzy.