Introduction To Held Breath Some poems arrive with a destination already in mind. Others simply begin walking. Held Breath was one of the latter. The starting point was a simple challenge: write about something that has been waiting. I knew only that whatever was waiting should not be named, and that the reader should be … Continue reading Held Breath
Introduction To What They Left Behind Some poems begin with an image, others with a question. Some grow out of memory, and others rise from the land itself—from those quiet places where nothing is lost, only intentionally left behind. This Poem began with a challenge: to find one small, ordinary thing on an old boreen … Continue reading What They Left Behind
Introduction to An Bóithrín An Bóithrín began as a quiet challenge: to find poetry in one small, overlooked thing lying half hidden on an old path — something worn, ordinary, full of unwritten stories. What grew from that is not rhymed or formal — it chose free verse because this kind of landscape does not … Continue reading An Bóithrín
Introduction to The House That Remembers Some places do not forget. They hold the light of hands that tended flowers, the warmth of fires that burned long into winter evenings, the quiet stories of those who once called them home – even when the doors stand open, and the people have long since gone. This … Continue reading The House That Remembers
Personal Note: There are a few occasions throughout each year, that what we call ‘the Veil’ grows thin. This is in regards to Irish folklore and this is a veil between the land of what we see and that which we cannot see. For when that grows thin, activity of the supernatural becomes much more … Continue reading When the Veil Grows Soft
Introduction To The Place That No Longer Exists: There are places the eye passes without seeing. A hollow beneath the grass, a broken line beneath the thorn, a patch of ground where nothing appears to remain. The walker moves on, following no path in particular, while the land keeps quietly what once belonged there. A … Continue reading The Place That No Longer Exists
Introduction to The Last Lantern There are places that hold time like Dust — quiet corners, stone sheds tucked at field edges, where the world slows and softens, and the past lingers, not as a shout, but a hush. This poem walks gently into one such place; an old shed, weathered by rain and years, … Continue reading The Last Lantern
Introduction for Where First Love waits: There are some roads that never truly close behind us – quiet boreens we walked long ago, where the grass still holds the impression of our steps, and sunlight still falls just so on hawthorn and hedge. This poem began in one such place:a summer when I was a … Continue reading Where First Love Waits
Introduction to Where Words Wait Some days the pen feels heavy, the mind crowded, and every line you try to force just slips away like dust on a breeze. This poem comes from one of these days – from stepping out instead, onto the sun-warmed lanes that you know, and learning what the land has … Continue reading Where Words Wait
Introduction: About This Poem There are stories we carry for a lifetime, then lose to the fading of memory – names, dates, the exact turn of a phrase. But the land does not forget. It holds every tyre-mark, every footstep, every mile travelled with someone you love. This poem walks the roads that a couple … Continue reading The Road Never Forgets
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