Her poems have been translated into several languages. She has completed residencies in Derry and Mayo, and edited two books of children's writing and The Waterside Book from her time in Derry. The devil spins around and flashes us a smile like Al Pacino. Small fields of primroses and gentians have the terrible freshness of lost children. Here sweet accidents are married to hard labour.
Poets make uneasy pagans.
I angle my body out from the clefts in the limestone in case. The ones that were left. There must have been more to their lives than this, we think, they must have had simple faith, if only in the dead partying along the seashore, the caoin of a guitar, white roses on the water. The black canvas drawn like a dress over the ribs is skin this time. Not even a treacherous shift separates her from the waves.