I am delighted you are here. Welcome to a space where you will find a mixture of stories, poems, ideas, moments, business thoughts, sports and photos. 

I am delighted to be involved as one of the writers for the festival of One Voices in Wexford Arts Centre in August 2023. Here is the FB link (1) One Voice Festival: The Small Town Experience | Facebook 

Two poems have also been picked by editors for inclusion. One called 'Breathe' by Wingless Dreamer Publishers in their The Petal Pages anthology, and the other called 'Red-Haired Red-Iron Woman' for Contextual 5 by Ian Gouge in CoverStory Books. Thanks to the editors for reading and selecting my work to include in their publications!

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Anxiety

I can relate

Anxiety existed when I

Was your age too.

Look for abundance,

Hope dream jamming.

Force-feed fear famine.

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Thanks to Ásta Fanney Sigurðardóttir for this line!

 '(moonlight is milk for night cats)'. 

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Whatever it is you want to do, find the person who is best at it, and ask them to teach you. 

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All my lovers have succeeded in making me a stranger to those that have expectations of me. 

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An Irish bye, bye, bye, bye, bye—

As much as good luck and God bless,

I wish for you the joy of feeling soft rain

curl your hair as you hear seagulls swirl.

I return to my Masters thesis about knowledge and power as I watch the power that individuals are grasping from knowledge AI like Chat GPT.  

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Carbon 450+

The  proud old trees reach their 

full summer leaf on the longest day.

In intimate cahoots, the dense greenery 

over-touches to whisper breath fully-

the air is so fresh lately.

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Backyard grass

Dawn opening sun fires the energy blast.

Hungry slurping stomata break their fast.

Inhaling rich, lush CO2

Spitting out bright glistening dew.

My toes fondly feel this wet waste

Gorged lungs savour the O2 baste.

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Poets poke at life to reveal its sound, rhythm, and story.

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Thanks to Lucie Viridion for this line- 

"as if a furry tarantula had dabbed its feet in ink and danced across that blue misted limen."

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Thanks to Sandra Nelson for these lines

"A blizzard of nothingness blows sideways."

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The mind is its own place, and in it self

Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

Milton, Paradise Lost.

Nelson Mandela often said 'it is the oppressor who defines the nature of the struggle...fight fire with fire'.