FORGET ME NOT

There are sink holes in the back garden where I stash the stems of subconscious longing along with feathers plucked from the stale fights over ownerships of books and bonds. When early morning climbs drowned dream with blinding light there’s an impulse to uncover boulder used to bury hole and reach in to touch all […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; A MATTER OF MUD

  A Short Story The Americans and British were bent on finding Jim Morrison while the Irish and Japanese, for some reason, longed to add more kisses to the now ball-less Sphinx lingering over the long decayed body of Wilde, who probably watched down over their stupidity, proffered some wicked wit as their rouged up […]

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WHEN THE EMPRESS IS REMOVED FROM THE EMPIRE

  There is art on walls, winding walls, in rooms on show with light, luscious light, and climate controls while she’s side-lined to the shadows to weep for the darkness that devours her skin, stuck like tar and trapped in stone, once tempered by an artist’s touch now off and absent, now long grown cold, […]

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PROTECTION for Poetry Day Ireland

It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish… Protection In many rooms, in multiple houses, in a dozen cities I pulled shadows over […]

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FLUTTERING HOPE

  Silence surrounds this sweet stillness, icicles are falling; tears streaming new paths down old windows once home to fading reflections and the robin and his red chested breast; forever stained, forever beating, flaps through the open field in search of a hushed hope in buds that will soon bloom, in life that will soon […]

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TO EACH HIS TIME TO SHINE

  Silent under summer sun I slip back to where the shadows snatched older days, Boho days in soho and then that shift further south; so south of centre, I slip back and see you in the spotlight that surrounded you and see myself; sidelined into abstractions and decorating diversions; building barricades while you shone […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BORKEN, PART 8, MY BECOMING

    Running faster than feet can find footing, forced to face up, catch up, stand up, turn up. Running through streets cluttered with collisions I’ve already crossed, with bunkers of bones already broken, with senses still shackled to skins already shed, layers lost in houses I thought were homes but they were just illusions; […]

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SLICED, HALLOWEEN

Reblogging this old poem of mine, tis the season after all, Happy Halloween…   A haunting is happening in this house that holds me a sinister spirit that sighs in the shadows, a feeling of fear is feeding on frenzy as it ghoulishly groans and gasps from its gallows A breath is baying by this […]

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