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, a plastic snake snapping, each click of each segment a jut of its hipless, wavering song. Holding the train between thumb and…
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 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.
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 a chain, in the protest of my heart when away. I am back, and the sea is my pacing companion, my frenzied host,…
Sculpting – Poetry
My hands are imagining you, the cool pale, your shoulders, like hawk wing, I sculpt,
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,