"hot wind howls through a hollow log

tawny tumbleweed trundles

over downtrodden plains"

Read 'Donald Trump's metaphoric rise' in The Irish Times

"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

​​"Mist rolls off moss-green hills

where wind-wild ponies thunder..."


Read more from Anne Casey's

'where the lost things go'

​poetry collection