Friday, July 25, 2025

Still Those Conversations

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  Faraway it seems and yet all around and close; time like snow has fallen on your memory. Those conversations sluicing through an a...
Thursday, July 24, 2025

Palestine

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  A woman standing in the blown rubble and twisted steel of her house, sees no sense in war. Asks the collapsed walls what strategic ...
Saturday, July 19, 2025

A problem today

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  There is no ‘one view’; all that happens is forged differently in every mind and, from the same viewpoint, all differs with turni...
Wednesday, July 16, 2025

The Kiss

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The Kiss a poetic take on Klimt's 'The Kiss'  If there is a moment that is complete, it is this moment; the world outside, the l...
Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Reading at Boyle Arts Festival

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  I'm looking forward to being back at Boyle Arts Festival this year. I'm giving a reading at 3pm in Frybrook House on Tuesday 22nd....
Saturday, July 5, 2025

Miners for Minerals

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  Miners for Minerals First it was that, miners for minerals; disposable lives for valuable ores; their clogging lungs for the silv...
Monday, June 30, 2025

A Withdrawal

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  In the end, we withdrew from the city for an end to the constant commotion, window-size skies, absence of seasons; and have found a pl...
Saturday, June 21, 2025

Where his eyes rest

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  Where his eyes rest, on the floorboards; where the sun is landed, a light on the life passed; silence deep; memory flattened by s...
Sunday, June 15, 2025

To the child at the window

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  The fields hemmed in by hedgerows green with thorn and briar; by cloud, stream and drain; May’s champagne celebration: the exquisite ...
Monday, June 9, 2025

The Last Night On Inishark

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  Peopled since the Bronze Age; now, pots and pans, tables and chairs, they left the island, left it a great yawning emptiness. But ...
Saturday, June 7, 2025

Ancient Dwellings

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    In hazel twilight, an avalanche of white thorn hanging above our heads. Night lights of bluebells thick around our feet; fa...
Monday, June 2, 2025

Passed On

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  The dresser: axe-heads, bone needles, stone dice, flint knives, beads, limpet and whelk shells. My mother’s plates with nowhere to ...
Friday, May 30, 2025

AI and Are poets about to become obsolete?

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 There's a lot of talk about the inappropriate use of AI by students in education, less so about its use in the arts. But it's here ...
Monday, May 26, 2025

Gaza Bombing

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  From a clear blue sky thunder, bombs and death to man, woman and child. When it settles, the dust is spread over brea...
Monday, May 5, 2025

Holy Well

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 A rewrite of a poem from 2019. I regularly return to the topic of holy wells; their magic, their timelessness. People have been offering pr...