Saturday, November 25, 2023

Our Finest Belonging

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 An edited version of a poem I wrote in 2021 inspired by a Sorolla painting of wife and daughters lying in the grass.  As we lay there, ou...
Friday, November 24, 2023

We Lovers

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  Our colours are bells; we, lovers, live forever; defy perspective; grow from each other into each other; no beginnings nor ends but...
Friday, November 17, 2023

Sun in a Cage

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  Pearl-white, the day; January frozen colourless. The sun, golden in its cage, a pint of lager in a man’s hand, a quarter mile out ...
Monday, November 13, 2023

In Autumn

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  Light falling like leaves in Autumn; you inside it. Eyes grey in their pools; pale and thin, dimming; disappearing among...
Monday, November 6, 2023

Same Face

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  Failing light soft as Autumn leaves falling. The year’s foliage becoming humus, new soil; s mell of decomposition: fresh, dank, m...
Friday, November 3, 2023

Boned Trees

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  When they shake out the fields, wring the cities, we fall out, boned trees. How our Summers passed and fell, de...
Thursday, November 2, 2023

What Legitimacy?

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  Blasted to rubble, and buried in it, a child, a baby dead before arriving on the floor of his own mind. Don’t talk of right...
Thursday, October 26, 2023

The Perfect Poem

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  The poem has a descant voice; born of beautiful words, it flows, whirls high above them. Even when the meaning is opaque it sings ...
Saturday, October 21, 2023

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  Rain has stolen the plants from my garden leaving their colours flowing unconfined finding fresh courses blending into new carryi...
Wednesday, October 4, 2023

I Am

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  Silen ce as in a fish tank; life laps to the walls but in here almost tangible; in t his unstirred air. In the stained glass...
Friday, September 29, 2023

at the table

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  Sitting at the table, it set but no one else there. Your eyes, too, elsewhere, or lost perhaps. How small you look; and stil...
Wednesday, September 20, 2023

Culture Night Poetry Reading in Ballyshannon

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Readers of this blog tend to be from foreign parts, but should there happen to be anyone from the vicinity of south Donegal looking in, you ...
Tuesday, September 19, 2023

Winter Trees

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  by Caspar David Friedrich  Winter trees like old shipwrecks sailed the winds; hold those memories close as the grain in their timbers....
Monday, September 18, 2023

Superpowers

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  They had the genes, they could embed them: a dog’s hearing, a cat’s dim-light vision, dolphin’s echolocation; they called them super...
Thursday, September 14, 2023

But for Two Millimetres of Plastic.

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  A stone, a deadly bullet, flashed from the wheel of a lorry into the visor of my helmet, driving it hard onto my nose. Speeding to Ti...