I imagine the most vulnerable part of a birdIs beneath its wing;The one place hidden when perched.When I think of howTheir flight dependsOn its exposure,I

Writer – Singer – Musician
I imagine the most vulnerable part of a birdIs beneath its wing;The one place hidden when perched.When I think of howTheir flight dependsOn its exposure,I
I look at this photograph, and I see joy –That it is possible to raise your armsIn found sunlightAnd feel glad;Despite low tide,And the loss
Which doors that others have passed through have you closed off for yourself?As I ask, I wonder; is this question for me, or you, or
The insect desiring safetyFinds a rock.And when I lift it,They scatterTo another. Is it that they have seen too much?Or not enough? By Emma Hynes
May 2020 Music is one of my lifelong and strongest passions. I have performed solo for many years as a singer-songwriter, and have been both
I’ve lived in Dublin my whole life, so it might seem safe to assumeĀ I know the city inside out. Or do I? There isn’t a