A Walk In The Garden
Walk in the gardenthe lonely rosedefies the seasonstenacious survival at the end of a naked branch of spines. […]
Project Tag: a poem by Ciaran Burke
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You think you know someone
Would our parents still approve if I was poor if I quit my job of social standing became […]
Life and Death
And now we lie in the silence listening with expectation ears pricked for the pin drop the sounds […]
Selfish Act
This selfish act is not for me but for the ones that I leave I know they will […]
Of Loss
You walked walked out the door out of our lives of life of this earth this existence no […]
If, in times of Covid
If, you find yourself alone and adrift when all around you are swimming walking, running, dancing for charity […]
Where Have All The Homeless Gone?
Where have all the homeless gone?Where have all the homeless gone? No one walks the streets at nightno […]
Good Help
Say sorry... move on as you do when brushing shoulders with an accidental street stranger. Protect the flock […]
Light and Dark
Afraid of the dark and longing for light dread lengthening days until solstice the seeking sons of daylight […]
Walking in Circles
Waiting for eventual summer wishing long days into existence hoping for a vaccinated future praying for an immune […]
The Pit and the Pandemic
Old rings of summers past turn to ash the carbon captured in arboreal growth released in the nocturnal […]
Ecclesiatical Arch
The arch frames the view defining the world a glimpse of a false reality illusory real life that […]
Mask
We wear our masks we nod we talk with our eyes to greet with hidden face no smile […]
Change Is Hard
Change is hard, a truth carved in stone ordained by God and written with quill on scrolls and […]
Change In The Weather
Under the monotonous sky of contiguous greya quivering breeze brings shivers and shakesslow sigh of the shoulders an […]
For All That Matters Equally
Ten thousand feet that carry ragefree expression on the first of Juneof all lives that matterand not just ours but […]
Broken Earth
Seven weeks of hidingand the earth breaths relief...Seasons of stormsangered colour coded weatherbattered shores stonedshifting sands reappear disappearthe […]
The Wet November
On waking I would stretchthen listen to clues while hopingin the curtained roomthe light blinded out for sleepingthere […]
