Tag Archives: Thomas O’Connell

What We Fear Remains

Driving on back roads Reciting a novena The first signs of ice Nothing lives for long unchanged All have invisible wounds And yet time passes What fascinates us? The soul leaving, whispering Announcing our faults I slightly off-balance Stained glass … Continue reading

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Avoiding the Owls

Obsolete movies This is all we have to show More art than science Rain coming in the window You never see the clock move When you are asleep When I was a stone I did not need Hallowe’en Death inside … Continue reading

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