Foreigners

We prayed together once,in our own separate way,in a tiny Church on the side of a steep hillin those highlands you held captive in august.Days earlierI’d found your local 7 elevenwhile your wife road a horseinto a fog that seemed to part just for Her.There was a canof Batchelor’s baked beanson the bare shelf and […]

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SEASONS OF THE FALL

I climb things, climbed things, out of warm womb,fresh from first hold into new armsalready breaking, wondering about climbing back up. I climb things, climbed things, chimneys in a child’s mindlooking for traces of reindeer and reasonsto still believe in faith and family and catching flight. I climb things, climbed things, out of closetsand their […]

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EAT THE STORMS – THE IRISES OF OUR EYES

This is a collection of 5 short videos made on TikTok (#eatthestorms) for my poem The Irises of our Eyes which I wrote after seeing a Vincent Van Gogh Exhibition at l’Atelier des Lumières, in Paris, last year. I thought it was about the life of Vincent when I wrote it but now I realise […]

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BLACK BEAUTY, THE LIGHT IN LOUGHSHINNY

  Clouds congregate under summer skies, standing towers, still, waiting for Napoleon’s rise. Up close, only echoes of history hit the hollowing rock below- coming in to slip out with more, in search of possession on another shore. There are footprints on the beach- horses hooves whose metal shoes now feel the rust of the […]

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LEARNING TO CLIMB WALLS

  There can be earthquakes in little towns, far from tectonic plates, on little streets, rarely shaken where we sat, once, on the wall of a garden now obsolete, the summer burning through our cool-lessness as we trembled beneath attractions we didn’t have the words to understand while eyes watched from windows, trying to translate […]

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KEPT IN RECESSES OR THROWN TO DUST

  Old wheels still turn through new miles. We are more than we look- muscle is not only what it takes to transform. We skirt old roads now well educated on my departure, it’s not just the seasons that circle back on themselves. I’ve left parts of me in every other recess in order to […]

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