Dooagh Beach 1st November 2017 The grains returned, movement of millions, smuggled by the ocean in the night. Lying golden for the […]
Five hours I had been waitingnot quite she saidFour hours and forty seven minutessix ahead of you nowCold air in the waiting […]
And now we lie in the silence listening with expectation ears pricked for the pin drop the sounds of hope yearning for […]
Golden liquids, white topping blackempty vessels and glasses half fullnight around the table, sitting highbonded by the past, union of the reunited […]