Even If The Last Move Did Not

I Credit Poetry For Making This Space-walk Possible.

The Ireland I Now Inhabit Is One That These Irish Contemporaries Have Helped To Imagine.

The End Of Art Is Peace.

I Rhyme… To See Myself, To Set The Darkness Echoing.

Nowadays, What An Award Gives Is A Sense Of Solidarity With The Poetry Guild, As It Were: Sustenance Coming From The Assent Of Your Peers On The Judging Panel.