I have two pieces in the current issue of The Haibun Journal.
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' - like sleeping and then waking; the in-breath and the out...
...With a Faoilleach moon hung high'
[From ‘Crotach/ Curlew’ ]
' – to the right swans take their place in fields filled with water that should not be there at all, water that has ignored all borders'
[From 'Inbhir / Estuary ']
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