Winter

Who could I speak to
about you?
I confessed, once or twice,
when I was low
and had nothing left to say.
It was like a small headline
in a local paper.
As if it all happened
in a hotel.
Without the sky.
Without the stars.
Without your friends.
Without you,
turning and smiling.

Dream

In a dream
my brother gave me
all his toys
but I knew it was a dream
my father congratulated me
on passing my exams
with flying colours
in this dream
my mother was laughing.

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Biography

Oliver Dunne was born and lives in Dublin. He is a poet and collage artist - his work has appeared in many magazines and journals including Poetry Ireland Review, The Shop, Acorn and many others. A poetry collection is forthcoming and his collage work, in partnership with Siobhan McCooey, has appeared in Hot Press and on the cover of the latest collection of poetry by Rita Ann Higgins.