I got used to being wrong, bit by bit, and I didwhat any kid would do — I hid.
Part 9 of the Moon Series
The idiots are out againThey’ve painted all the windowsIt must be the end of the week…
Part 8, Moon Series
Sturgeon moon,bright and blazingover a shimmering lakeIn East Clare,where a teacher once slept…
Part 6, Moon Series
Awake, awakeno time to sleeparise, ariseto stay awakein summer heattil blazing…
Free Verse
My distant moon shines through the fence,Of his enchanted abode, in all innocence.Oblivious to me, and…
The moon is in my headthrobbing red, full of wine,echoing with your snores.
I was scared of the dark, so dad brought me the moon.
POEM
The argent faced orb hung swallowed then spit out whole an undulant shimmer across a black mirror pond –the calm…
Desolate moon, how I longto wander through your greyemptiness, on untrodden tracksTo lose myself on a clearstarry night, following…