The Enemy

The nugget of something Is there But in the act of putting it on the page It disappearsNo flare of wit or will Nothing to separate Me From all the other people struggling to take bits of language and string them together in a way that is meaningfulWavering in the face...

Poem – No Ending

Wrote this a few weeks ago – think it nicely covers what’s been wearing me down so much! I think other teachers might understand this during the build up to exam season. No EndingExhaustion sucks you dry.Caffeine perks and jitters, Drugs race through the nervous...

Running

I’ve been running for many years now, and have completed an array of distances in events, including a marathon in Dublin. Nothing takes me away from myself quite like it. Here’s a poem I wrote to try to capture that feeling:EphemeralGallant swathes of sky, Searing,...