A Clod Of Peat

I Attempt These Lines

Here Are The Dragonfly

Cat With Mouse

Sleep, Sinéad, Sleep

Art, Music, And Photography

The Spark Of The Light Of Our Every Morning

I Pull A Tiny Leaf

This Morning Has Not Brought Comfort

Grey Pencil Upon White Paper

A Scattering Of Sand On Glass

Oh, Come Gather, Gather Around Me

There Were Diamonds In The Rough Of The Roads

It's A Killer Of A Walk, This

After All This, This Declaration Of Love Business

The Lough

A Blissful, Lunatic Fall

That You Gathered For Kindling

Irish Peat And Scottish Clay

Shimmering, Your World Took You Back