The book
Rising Tide Setting Moon
From the river to the Wexford coast, always where the water moves. In progress.
The book begins with a boy on the river behind his home, fishing and discovering the living world. As the boy grows, the story follows the water towards the sea, through Wexford Quay and the estuary, and out along the wider coast. Through it all runs the white blackbird.
Rising Tide Setting Moon is built from small, gathered pieces, like a caddisfly’s case: river, birds, fish, and the people who first revealed the wonder to me.
Pieces of it appear on this site as it’s written.
It becomes a thing you do with your attention, the way another man says his prayers, or hums the tune to a song.
The sea is quieter now in a way that has no sound.
It has ruined me a little for the rest of life, which mostly asks to be looked at and not truly seen.
The cast is the easy part to love. It is shapely, it photographs well, men frame it.
From the book, on the site
By email
Hear when the book is ready, and get new writing from the coast when there is some. Nothing else.