I am holding two whole shillings of nothing, observing its heaviness, its uselessness.
and air, for that which does not exist, read the minds of brilliant poets
of salmon leaping disappearing weirs and felt a type of sadness
of mind’s eye; for I too have clasped concrete blocks of nothingness
and in darkness felt the throat of the rasping actor’s voice.
What values can we place on unknown treasures? How best to hide
and store our hoard of what we never found nor pillaged?
for her dead-long child, spores floating over scorched ground or an invention
of utter brilliance, never used. And in younger days I experienced loss
that were never born and never used to describe places I had never been.
For all the times I didn’t know myself for what I was or was to become.
universe, conceiving into being. I am the honey bee of my reality,
collector of ideas. I am the keening widow of memories I never had.
nor completion, but like the salmon languishing in pools of in-between;
not really knowing why or knowing when and not really caring all the same.
Vinny, from Galway, is widely published in poetry journals and anthologies both abroad and at home. Some journals and online sites that have featured his work include Crannog, Ofi Press Magazine, Boyne Berries, Windows 25th edition and Cinnamon Press anthology. He will be the featured writer in American based journal Parhelion later this year. He has been placed or shortlisted in numerous competitions during his short time writing. He is working towards a first collection.