I’d Drive Anywhere with You
We eat dinner in the car. I lock the doors
and then we’re in the real world
of the two of us, inchoate in the half-dark
Tributes
Constancy
My grandfather knew how to share
iron and leather with a horse
sweat turning the earth, the fertile smell
the plodding, the slow prayer.
Their Share of the Dark
That hour of the night when sick people fall
forever from the high ledges of their lives
and the city is deep in a dream it will not share.
Oíche na Gaoithe Móire
On the night of 6th January 1839, the worst storm ever reported hit the west coast of Ireland. With winds of up to 130 mph it devastated the country, claiming up to 800 lives, according to some reports.