New Year So! You've turned the page again, You look perplexed, my new-old friend. What once was now, has become then. It must be strange,...

Liffey For Shane McGowan (1957 - 2023) Broken poet, glorious mess, Penny-whistle novelist, Dublin's Boy. Bellow at the sun, serenade the...

Black page black with words inked from red and gold, the black falling, black rising embossing, growing ripe like a tumour, growling like...

Cafe Stripped The trees that can't be seen dot the road pre-loved before visions of excision routed them room for new movement across...

The Morning Bells I'm now at work, And the old bell bass-chimes the call to House Mass. I sit at the window the river view...

River, Morning. Glass out over the water, glass washed to fuzz by a patient sea has crept up river to blanket the browned expanse,...

Wisdom pools at the feet of those who've fallen to tears and dust, only to slip in the mud when attempting to stand. They know. When the...

The ping comes clear through the murky inter-babble; The great division! 19 into 45. I begin to knit like a polluted saint; threading...

Sheets Twisting in the wind, a contorted sheet clinging to a hanging line, wrung out and skin-boned I echo the moments around corners,...

The Crow on the Spire Standing by the gravestone, wet, waiting for the hollowness to fill itself. The crow on the spire caws presently;...