Hours of work to no avail, Searching for something that can’t be found, Looking through those wooden splintered shelves of the old bookshop, That used to bring the light of imagination to my eyes. Now only dull matter remains, Sluggishly guiding my weakening body, Through the mist of the early morning, Creeping into my brain…
Up, down, left, right, jab. Up, down, feint, feint, jab. Block, down, left, right, jab. Like a battlefield ballerina, Grom danced circles around our enemies. Fending off a strike here, parrying a blow there. All while returning a flurry of strikes himself. It was such a beautiful sight to see, I could watch it all…
Rat! A rat! That unseelie presence that lingered at the margins Of crepe-lined classrooms in a Douglas suburb. We were warned against the black boxes That squatted in yard-corners, But no shape broke the pastel peace for weeks on end. Oh, but the day you showed your face Was well timed, my boy – No…
“There are three types of Limericks: limericks to be told when ladies are present; limericks to be told when ladies are absent but clergymen are present; and LIMERICKS.” – Don Marquis. Irish literature remains today to be one of the richest, most beautiful genres within the English-speaking world. Ireland is famous for its poets: Heaney,…
The beach was a fairly small one, and the village built around it – the village where I grew up – was not much bigger, so I suppose it was a pretty big deal when everybody woke up and found… you know, found it washed up that day. I mean, it took up most of…
There are small deaths and cruel deaths. Here, this is a slow death. Nuture it, be careful, be gentle, These things are all on you, You know. And remember It’ll be there when you fail And are alone. You needed this, You know. I don’t remember ordering this I know. We know. Yet here it…
Monday A well-named wagtail, windowsill visiting, Was a glimpse of grey, then gone. God bless him. Tuesday Started with trilling From a twitchy chaffinch Who lingered longer Hedgerow hopping. Wednesday Went wild with starlings Screaming evenings full, A fearless family. Gossips, but good-natured Thursday Hosted some magpies And a jackdaw judged The clatter and clamour…
I was in a safe place, or so I had thought, with your hand on my mouth, I begged you to stop. Thinking back on this and my stomach in knots, I shove down more pills and three more shots, my body is broken and I am lost, my innocence was taken but for…
The darkness pools around me; A viscous, shadowed cloak that absorbs all but my loneliness. I am certain to drown unless she wrench me from myself. She, who slashed the blackness with great welts of light. With her merest of touches she could silence the demons that twisted my every thought. In the hollowness…
I need a backstage pass To get behind your scenes To explore what lights you up And turns you on. I need to know what brings You laughter What causes you upset What feels to you Disaster. And if I had that pass There’d be no mystery, Your life would be Just that. So keep…