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Dancing on Sliabh an Iariann

Darkness gives way to diaphanous foldsof golden cloud, daylight claims the mountain,empurpling grey ridge with pink, fire in the risen sunburns away the fog in my soul.My teachers told me many things, the same mantra repeated.‘Look to the sky.’I painted white flakes through blue horizons,rainbows of violet, blue, green, gold, orange and red, Sunsets, flaxen […]

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The Moon, The Calico Rose and The Umbrella

We spend the day making a calico rose,edged with damask, my granddaughter and I.Eager to see if it grows, she plants it in a raised bed in the garden.When it rains, she puts asmall white umbrella over her nursery.Nightfall, moon walks through the hedge,shines her blue light on the flower,dances in and out of trees,dodges […]

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In my next life

as a woman,I’ll make a counterpane of cerulean blue,sunset yellow and candy apple,spread it over my sisters while we sleep.Blush our faces with folly red, pink roses in our hair,grow locks to our waists.Draw portraits of my first love,his arms around me, .wear a spiral ring,Make a quilt of copper, beige and goldembroider pomegranates,mistletoe and […]

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The Invisible World

Sliabh an Iariann always near through veiled filaments of cloud, delicate as a Japanese print. Silent grey ridge, home to Ultacts and Tuatha de Dannan. Hidden links to an invisible world.Angels descend and play with spirits by the old river. Drink cool water.The child lost in the forest runs to his parents, hugs them. The […]

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Come Dine with Me; The Bingo Truce; Installation

Three illustrated poems. During the war in Northern Ireland, I was targeted by paramilitaries because of the religion I was born into. In the art performances photo-documented below, I wanted to process and emerge from trauma by using art to help my society do the same.One performance called ‘Come Dine With Me’ was part of […]

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How Can I Tell the Stories? Tender We Find Our Way

Two poems alongside performance art imagery. I used a lot of primary colours in ‘Wearing My Body Inside Out’ and Navigating Belfast with my Bike.’ Splattered paint highlighted wounds, internal and external, sustained during the war in Belfast. When I was invited to lecture about my work to the University of Ulster’s Art History department, […]

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My Mother, My Life; Divided by War; Suspicion

Three poems illustrated by photography from my 1978 performance art piece ‘Walking Blind Belfast’.I spent a year learning how to use a white stick from a friend who’d been blinded in an explosion. I’d been wounded in an explosion myself during what was called ‘The Troubles.’ So now, as an art student at Belfast’s University […]

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Ardboe; Refuge; Bag Lady

Three poems illustrated by performance art.Jackson Pollock said, ‘the paint had a life of its own’, and I came to understand that during these performance art pieces working with spattered paint in bright colours. After the shock of being in an explosion, I realised how much disorder was created. Blood was splattered among shards of glass […]

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Silence; Ragdoll Cat; If Anywhere Needed Punk, it Was Belfast

Two poems illustrated by images of performance art including a series called ‘Mattresses’ performed at the Crescent Arts Centre. I lay inside a white painted mattress, it’s springs mostly removed. Other mattresses lay in a line like coffins in memory of those who’d died. SilenceThere is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. Maya […]

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Belfast and Agent Provocateur

I’ve illustrated two poems here with mixed media artwork and photos of my performance at Belfast’s Crescent Arts Centre in 1982. BelfastMere anarchy is loosed upon the world.From The Second Coming. WB Yeats.We welcome the first quietafter our frenzied exhibitions.Statements on walls to make senseof what we are going through.My boyfriend dozesinto a second sleep.Bang of Lambeg […]

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John Fox

Poems to celebrate John Fox who owns what must certainly be the oldest petrol pumps in Ireland. A man known and loved by everyone who’s spent time in the Leitrim town of Ballinamore. The photographs are of John Fox, Angela McCabe, John Harte and outside the garage there with Angela is Paddy Mac, the late […]

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