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Rust Remembers

“Look closer. I am made of gaps, Of spaces left unfilled; Like stories spoken half aloud, Like names no stone has held.” Continue reading
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At MacDonagh Junction

“Yet memory moves beneath the stones And through these busy halls.” Continue reading
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The Flowers Keep Also Their Watch

A quiet poem of flowers keeping vigil, offering courage, calm, and ancient healing in the dialysis room. Continue reading
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A Father’s Habit, Autumnal Tweed

Wearing his late father’s tweed jacket, a traveller boards a southbound train toward healing. Continue reading
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Quelling the Noise

Watching men pass on a busy street, the poet finds desire, humour and stillness amid the din. Continue reading
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I’ll Wait for Him Today

A poem written while waiting on Parliament Street, Dublin, as the city moved around me. Continue reading
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The Oldest Shadow: a poem on solar eclipse day

Birds remember the ancient darkness—a poem on eclipse, endurance, and light returning. Continue reading
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Resus Rhythms

A poem from Resus on unexpected hospital stays, unpredictable heartbeats, and finding quiet faith. Continue reading
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The Tidal Hush

Sometimes the body asks us to slow down. The Tidal Hush is a short poem about noticing heat, weakness, and stillness—and discovering that even these moments can become places of quiet reflection. Continue reading
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But why so flipping hot?

Summer by the Barrow brings hawthorn blossom, swallows, sunshine, fluid restrictions, and one recurring prayer. A humorous NeuroDivine reflection on gratitude and heatwaves. Continue reading
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An angel on the platform

At a misty platform, a quiet word steadies a stranger. For a moment, kindness takes form—and the ordinary world feels gently, unmistakably transformed. Continue reading
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World Kidney Day – free, hooray!

A poem for World Kidney Day – free from dialysis today, hooray! Continue reading
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The hum of lines

The poem explores survival, love, and choice amidst chronic illness and its challenges. Continue reading
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Across the Barrow Viaduct—Writing Between Water and Iron

This evening I found myself standing between layers of movement. The river flowing dark and slow. The canal holding the last of the light. And high above, the long stone ribs of the Barrow Viaduct carrying a train across the fading sky. Across the Barrow Viaduct grew out of that layered stillness. The engine in… Continue reading
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By the Triogue’s Edge

Inspired by the lone heron standing by the River Triogue in Port Laoise that I see as I walk up to dialysis. I stand beside the quiet streamWhere Triogue’s waters glide;The mallards chatter in their team,But I keep to the side.The park hums soft with passing feet,With prams and dogs and play;Yet here upon my… Continue reading
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Arrival

“Arrival celebrates finding grace in ordinary moments and connections amid vulnerability and everyday life.” Continue reading
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Waiting

Waiting embodies both struggle and spirituality, particularly for neurodivergent individuals, emphasizing presence in uncertainty. Continue reading
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Thanksgiving on the Midland Line

There are journeys we take because we must, and journeys that quietly give something back to us along the way. For me, the railway through Ireland’s Midlands has become both—a path to healing and a moving window onto beauty. This poem is a small act of thanksgiving: for tracks that carry me to care, for… Continue reading
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The rainbow on my wrist.

From Monasterevin’s quiet stopThe morning train rolls west;Past cattle grazing by the line,And rooks that guard each nest.We cross the Barrow’s silver span,The viaduct below;A hare breaks cover in the reedsAnd watches as we go.In Port Laoise-bound and drifting thoughtsI catch a sudden grin—A stranger nods as though they knowSome secret held within.In town, the… Continue reading







