Stardust
I am of the dust that shaped the earth
Poetry
Al-Dawhah (Doha)
The muezzins’ calls echo across the rooftops and the last rays of claret sun sink below Dukhan. Dusk passes fast here. Lights flicker on across…
The Coos
Hearing the coos, I’m transported home. To hot sunny mornings in our tin can Muscateer Sprite caravan, lying on the top bunk with the sun…
Text messages
Corners of copybooks, folded meticulously, forward, back, and forward again. Nails run along the seam. Paper ripped carefully away, silently. Ready for action. Those jagged…
Noise
I work in a world of noise. My head is full of chaos, conferences, communication, social media, disinformation, misinformation, infodemics. Death, lies, and hydroxychloroquine. Zoom…
April Fool’s Day 2020
I’ve got my act together and going to try to follow the Poetry Ireland daily poetry prompt. I fell out of writing again last year…
The Wave
It made no noise as it swept in over field and village carrying with it the secrets of the deep and depositing them anew along…