His Collected Poems appeared in 1994 from Creighton University Press. A critical study of his work, by Brian Arkins, is in preparation. The walls belong to them and me. The feeling I had in 1940-something hurtling out of the Paramount cinema having heard Delia Murphy singing, how a whole country could empty its throat. I burnt love down to the ground then we lay there.
Dancing starts again, the ground is lustrous, all gold leaf.
Happy those stepping on the floor. If I, woman and man as my poetry mouth suggests a sweep from both sides, take the dancers' hands and kiss them their ringed fingers turn to gold. Your sense of operations your midnight colour unalterable by heat or moisture. Christ used to be popular over Connemara, beggar from outside carrying the wild flowers. I'm part of a popular movie, seed blowing against a wall.