Wounded Boat – Poem
He kneels in the twilight, spinning moon disc hot with the surgical grind of steel, the bleed now sparking sickness, weeping fire from the fountain wound.
Daisy-Chained Summers – Poetry of Childhood
Over long, daisy-chained summers I wondered how an imaginary horse might move, I took on the actions, my hands were the hooves, my feet made the noise and as I galloped, friend after friend joined me, became a parade.
Sky Spirit – Micropoetry
Sky Spirit is a piece of micropoetry about the ghostly, magical effect dew can have on dandelion clocks and grass. It aims to capture a line of communication extended by nature. I wrote it some years ago and have given it a little polish for a new audience. Enjoy! Sky Spirit Micropoetry It could have…
Love Song – Poetry for Dylan Thomas Day
As we lie in the swan neck of spent love, my hands play the ivory rush of your skin, summer smooth, petal keys sound out the first chord.
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.
Micropoetry: This Moss is her Island
This moss is her island, its dewy green . . .