A pale blue night in the silent garden brings my eye to heights before silhouettes descend to underscore eerie paths back at ground lev...

The Child Of Pragues are staving off the rain for the f ê ting of the man who wants to build walls. There are freshly stained benches ma...

Hopes and fears summed up in a calcium spiral cup. A life's work left to us who inherit the earth. Just one story left by the s...

So many sets of many songs of life and death and rights and wrongs. So many contests, none so rare as where commenced The Derry Air. ...

Dearest Uri Gellar, in the stainless steel dimension, I submit my open letter to implore your intervention. My husband talks all year a...

The birds fly left and then back right, Catfiáin is mesmerised. He crouches low and hides his legs, peering just above the ledge. His i...

Here they come, our tiniest unnursed, without a single cry. Not like the moments when at first their lives met with the light. Denied b...

We could put the world to rights while the children swim. Neither split the darks and lights nor changed our loyal spin. There were sign...

The kitten seeks. Warmth, play and feeding fulfil his dreams. He paws the page the child is reading and prepares to pounce on his own e...

His first child was new, he saw his feet go to his father's shoes, and his baby's toes into his. His father now stepped to th...