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Hilary Mantel & Kate Middleton

I broke my arm on holiday — and lots of other personals have taken over time during the past weeks — including a burglar who made off with my computer and work I hadn't backed up. So I'm just tuning in today to explain that I'm on an enforced go slow,...

Goodbye to Blue Mercy

I've been doing my last ever read through of  BLUE MERCY as I finalise it for the print-on-demand (POD) edition of the book. While doing so, I've been enjoying the reconnection with two of its major inspirations. One was a place —  Laragh in County Wicklow,...

Happy Holidays!

I hope you're enjoying a special and happy time over these days. Here is a seasonal poem for you, based on an old Irish mid-winter blessing, that sends you all good wishes.Thank you, as always, for reading — and wishing you and yours the very best for 2013....

Read A Poem A Day

A poem a day is my prescription for a good life.  Everyday language is, as Flaubert once said, “a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to — while we long to make music that will melt the stars”.  Poetry makes of language that melting kind of...

A Week In Words: "Are You?" A New Poem.

    again. Are you not mother? That is the question that must be posed and not just to those who work the world with their pants less stuffed, with their arms held aloft when not wrapped round the chores and the children and, yes, round the big boys too,...

On Borrowed Time

We lie together in a gifted bed knowing the alarm is set to sound, your thighs a seat I'm settled on, mine wrapped warmly round your hand. We burrow in the minutes that remain before the clock will cut in to announce the time has come for us to peel apart. Shall it be...

Finally Succumbed to NaNoWriMo

50,000 words or more in a month. That's the challenge set by National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Leave the editing to December, they say. For November, just concentrate on getting out the words. So many per day. Every day. Sound advice. The sort of advice I give...

Poem of The Week

A Ritual To Read To Each Other If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the world and following the wrong god home we may miss our star. For there is many a small betrayal in the...

Remembering How To Create

It's easy to forget the principles of going creative. And even easier to forget to practice. Here's a ditty to help us remember: Connect to all I touch. Hear. Smell. Taste. See. Return to now. Enter what is. Let it be. Allow life to teach what I most need to know....