Off the Rails for Poetry Day Ireland

Off the Rails At midnight, the town travels, swallowed as snake joined, dot to dot houses, breathing through windows, illusion borne currents, electric gold, mirrored and flaming.In my mind, I control it,...

What I have to Say – Poetry

Can I tell you before it’s tarnished? Before the lichen crust absolves me of need to share?

Figure of Night – Poetry for Halloween

There is no figure of night pieced together from patches of dark room, scrambled light of a blink.
Spider

Spider Nut – Poetry

Licorice legs and a walnut shell. You could be a crab, tired of the grainy shore, the glucose whirl of a gluey sea.
Unicorn shaped cloud.

Fantasy’s Stamp – Poetry

Fantasy’s stamp is upon this sky From the cloud dust remains of a quartet of ghosts, they grow, gather pace on the carousel,

Back Home – Poetry

Back Home Mumbles greets, with pop-to-shop chatter, the ping of welcome, the smell of new, Welsh crafted gifts and the slow-down of browse.Home is in the accent, in the dragon on...

Sculpting – Poetry

My hands are imagining you, the cool pale, your shoulders, like hawk wing, I sculpt,
Stradbally Beach

The Aunts – Flash Fiction

The aunts never shaved their legs. They rolled up their trousers and ran into the sea.

Petals – Micropoetry

When you wake with petals strewn at your inner imaginings, you try to live up to the sweet start,