"hot wind howls through a hollow log
tawny tumbleweed trundles
over downtrodden plains"
"Mist rolls off moss-green hills
where wind-wild ponies thunder..."
Award-winning poet and writer
"There is a special brand of human misery so steeped in hopelessness that it leaves its mark in time and place."
Read 'The Lock Up' feature article by Anne Casey in The Irish Times