Poetry by PS

I had so much fun writing this poem. Truly an emotional and intellectual challenge. First, I got to express my obsession with County Clare and

Hi, friends. Time to dust off your Old Testament for a reread of 2 Samuel 11 and 12. The sins of King David with Bathsheba

I suffer from thanatophobia. I fear death. Not sure if that fear roots itself in my failing search for god or my strong disbelief in

Rejection. How many times in our lives have we suffered unrequited love? Where the rules of love’s engagements change midstream, and we are left wanting

Nearly 30 years since my wife and I first started dating. I still love her more today than the day before. There are moments, like

Forbidden love. Poets have broken the hearts of readers for millennia exploring this tragic theme. The ensuing tragedies and repercussions from these taboo affairs echo

This poem explores the notion of suffering. There is something profound to me in that idea. In reality, do we get so accustomed to our

I wrote this poem to honor my strong, bold, headstrong daughters… now young women. May the early feminism demonstrated by Xanthippe always guide them on

Have you ever lost yourself in passion? Surrendered yourself, body and soul, to a moment? That feeling is so unforgettable. It can even trend a

“As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.” – William Shakespeare, King Lear. This poem attempts to

nyctophilia – an abnormal preference for the night; a condition of being very happy and comfortable in the dark. My friends @ Quill & Crow

This poem takes root in Irish mythology… the story of Fionn & Sadhbh. Epilogue with background story to follow. EPILOGUE A dark sorcerer turns the

I almost named this poem “a poet’s passage”. Personally, the notion of death terrifies me. But this vignette is as close to a perfect death

For me, there is a certain je ne sais quoi about stories with surprise endings, poetic or otherwise. I struggle to capture the words for

Grief is so powerful. So devastating. It can make us feel powerless, even useless. I intentionally structured this poem as a simple, short vignette and

Sometimes nightmares are so vivid, they warrant capture… in words. This scene was so clear to me when I opened my eyes. I’m often left

Being the namesake of an Irish saint like Saint Patrick is a heavy burden. Especially on St Paddy’s Day. But it’s a Celtic cross I

I often find myself drawn back to Ireland in my poetry. Not sure if it’s a matter of ancestry alone. We have visited “the motherland”

My Twitter friend, Martii, was my Muse for this poem. She lives in Norway and asked me to write a poem that combined passion with

Lies. Sins. In some cases, can death be the one true forgiveness for our lies and sins? Or can we learn to forgive those who