Ubiquitous

by | May 27, 2022 | Uncategorized

They say Padre Pio could be in two places at once.Then again, I may be mistaken,It may have been St Francis of Assisi -I never was good at remembering the saints. We had a picture of Padre PioAbove the door going into the back porch,The Sacred Heart in the living...

Painting Asta

by | May 20, 2022 | Uncategorized

Painting Asta I held your image in my hand and didn’t know that it wasn’t you. Two paintings sit abandoned. Like a tiger ghost estate. An ambition that was too much. Now I can’t go back. To where you were. To see your hair. To see your chair. To feel...
Nymphaeaceae

Nymphaeaceae

by | May 13, 2022 | Digital Images, Poetry, Writing

Nymphaeaceae – Digital Image, 2007, Helen McNulty Nymphaeaceae Among tea breaks and doing the dishesMy memory floats like the water lilies.Pretty little teacup flowersSailing by on waxy green saucers. Under the spell of old glory (that never was, really)I slip...
First Portrait

First Portrait

by | May 6, 2022 | Drawings, Writing, writing about being a mother

First Portrait   I couldn’t move, but I could draw. I had a green pen, almost all the ink was gone. It was scraping along the little book I had set aside to put the notes of what it was to be mummy for the first time.  The book was small.  I forgot that my...

Preparation for Lockdown

by | Feb 18, 2022 | Poetry, Writing, Writing about Covid

Preparation for Lockdown.by Helen McNulty March 2020‌‌I am making listspreparing for lockdownalmost believing in the possibilityof an absurd end. ‌A tingle in my nose scared me half to death.Worldometer announced the first fatality in Ireland. Who is this democratic...

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