what was in the garden of eden?if man wasn’t searching,why did he find?was no satisfaction all-ending?was happiness not then, enough for mankind? 2022
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and the ghosts came from the chimney,and the seams beneath the door,and from you I had a dream worth dreaming,and those feelings, from before, come whenI’m vulnerable and sleeping,I remember how we tried —is it the you that lives your life that’s living,and the one I knewthat’s died? 2021
bhuail mé le gaeilgeoirí,mo chairde dhílis – zúm, ar líne!an Ghaeltacht an Oileáin Úirbhí fhoilsiú chláir chun muid staidéar. shuigh mé síos le ríomhaire –thaitníonn an ghriain taobh amuigh –ach nuair a d’oscáil mé é lánbhí fadhb beag le rang agam: níor thug mé faoi deara roimhe seona fuaimeanna a shíneodh!: tógáil agus tógáilí,otharchairr, na …
it’s unobtainable, it’s out of reach,untouchable, from where i stand,i’m on my tiptoes; fingers spread; itspins around again just when i thought ihad it in my hand, andeach time i try; i’d have to climb to get itdown from just so very high — why do they put the mug i likeup on the top …
i’ve seen this river once before,i’ve seen this lake,i’ve seen this shore:the liffy in the morning sun,st. lawrence once the day’s begun,and traveling the world wide,i found myself along the seine,remembering the galway bay,pacific where i used to play,the train along the hudson ran,atlantic where my dreams began,but quiet rivers running deep,erasing now my memories,the …
and when I woke that morning throughthe window gentle sunlight streamedupending, blue the blanket, not in shadesof gray as usual in winter bound,much like the place where sky andsnow meet infinite, for now reflectingquiet I awake to greet the sun,missing dearly now so late into Novemberwe were living, but a pause beforethat weather we were …
the sun did rise all red and goldo’er the mountains far.and nearest to me the mist did floato’er gullies in the dark.and to the east I saw onlythe night in deepest blues abovebut to the west I only sawthe distance to my love. Fall sunrise through the New York countrysideA Companion Poem2016
late night looked out the window I,or early morning just the same,and far beyond the window panes –or bars, depending where I lay –I saw the city, trees, or sky,stretched tight, and at the corners tied,a blanket over lonely livesI’ve lived in solitude besides –but only in my mind. 2018
The sun did set in gentle layo’er the house that once, my home,was warm in dusk the drifting raysof light that with the evening fades —for with the ocean, all remains —And towards that West i sawher setting sun in stunning golden robes,but Eastward I could only see the distance to my love. Sunset en …
go lig mé saor an suan atá ormtaispeáin dom bóthar éasca cothrom.bainfidh mé ceann scríbe amach. ‘sí m’aidhm.cibé treo atá i ndán. so let me be free from this rest I had needed,and show me the road that is quiet, and even.and I’ll set out to reach the first destinationof whatever the road is that …
Turn Off the Piano 