There is a Madness in the Land.

I found this poem recently which I had written nearly ten years ago. The news was full, it seemed at the time, of horrific stories of violence on the streets and in the homes of our land. I not talking of terrorism or gang related violence, but of individual acts of murder and manslaughter. I…

Post Father’s Day ’17

This isn’t a post about Tarot. It’s a sort of catch up I suppose. I wrote the piece below, which is bracketed and in italics, in late January 2016 shortly after visiting Dad in the nursing home. He died alone there a few days after that visit

Moe’s Café, Tramore, Waterford.

  A chance meeting in that café by the beach, Where we sat and chatted easily as only family can, About life and plans and age and youth and memories we share. ‘Though we don’t meet that often it didn’t really matter, ‘Cos for that time we were together all our lives were one.


Ya can keep yer priests Yer rabbis too. All yer mullahs, imams, Yer atheistical crew.   Politicos and terrorists, Who raise the flag Of sect and country, Leave me to my crag.   You’ve all the answers Expounded with certitude. Vomiting words ‘Times eloquent, ‘times crude.   I for one know nothing With absolute certainty. In…

The Old Man !

Skipping between radio stations yesterday, I happened upon this song. I’ve always loved it and I suppose I always knew the day would come when I would hear it for the first time after Dad’s death. Yesterday was that day.

No Shame

Source: No Shame I was in visiting my Dad recently in the nursing home which is now his home. No doubt his last on this earth. I found it very emotional being there, seeing him as a shadow of himself and I was driven to writing a poem about him. I’ve already posted and shared…

Today’s Tarot (i)

It was yesterday when I pulled these cards, not today, but I didn’t have time afterwards to reflect on and write about them. Also I was somewhat lost with them. Kings always throw me, as do the other court cards. So I took out my books and read up on them. Also,Viv, who is a…

New Year ” resolutions ” part 7

We’ve all had that reaction at some stage over the years. I’ll never forget the time way back, probably in the 70’s, when I didn’t drink for a few months after having suffered one horrific hangover. The incredulity and slagging I had to endure was mind-blowing. Some people just could not accept it as a…

New Year ” resolutions ” part 6.

  And so here we are, Wednesday of week two of my break from alcohol. Both Monday and Tuesday this week have been interesting due to the fact that I found them very difficult. I thought that having survived the weekend intact, this week would be a doddle. All I would have to do was…

On Your 91st Birthday, Dad.

  You lie in the bed, Dad, Nodding and sleeping. Waking, Fearful and confused, Barely speaking, Lost and quietly