The dotted line my father's ashplant made On Sandymount Strand Is something else the tide won't wash away.

The dotted line my father's ashplant made On Sandymount Strand Is something else the tide won't wash away.

A writer is not different from a reader, in that the common ragbag of orthodoxies and assumptions is what a poet has to work with as well.

All I know is a door into the dark

I suppose I did feel a certain public pressure always.

Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. ~from the poem "Digging

The end of art is peace.