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Pirate Days

The Honest Ulsterman
February 2018


She undresses by the lamplight.

He sits immobile in a chair wishing

he had a cigarette. Her bra is too

tight & leaves red marks across her

back & underneath her breasts when

she takes it off. She turns her back

to him as she slips out of her knickers,

bending slightly with one knee, one

pale alabaster arse cheek ringed by

shadow. He is a sailor all at sea.

She is a ship within a bottle...


Instruction & attempt at tanka

Inking the Unthinkable

E-book anthology

Lagan Online

August 2017

try with simple words

to describe how life is sad

without saying how—

freshly washed clothes on the line

the dust cloud rises


A Queen in Repose

The 12 Poems of Christmas

E-book anthology

Lagan Online

December 2016

I wake in the bed where you have slept

since you were a girl. Late December morn,

the air filled with booze fumes and

Guinness farts, the room over-bright,


fairy lights still blinking. As I turn,

bleary-eyed, to cradle you, I see

that you have fallen asleep still

wearing the yellow paper crown...

Unveiled

Panning for Poems #6

Pen Points Press

May 2016


Her eyes are the colour of Jurate’s tears,

the burnt amber of petrified pain.


Her voice is a song from a silent flute

played on the bone from a red-crowned crane.


Her heart is as solitary as a water deer

& as common as tears in the rain.

haiku sequence

Poems for Holocaust Memorial Day 2016

Poetry NI

January 2016


nights of broken glass

turn to days of pillowed smoke–

the catastrophe...

2 poems, 10 tanka, 20 haiku/senryu

Alternante

Romania, Anull 3 nr. 4 

October 2015


Hades & Aphrodite


Walking home along the lane.

& she is crying. Here we are

again, both of us, mourning inside.

There’s no moon in the sky.

Cypress trees loom over us.

She stops walking, turns her face

away. A moan escapes her lips.

I take her in my arms, cursing

the consequences of love.

Snoozing (a Quatrain)

Panning for Poems #2

Pen Points Press

Summer 2015


Ignoring the false dawn

She turns to the wall

Her duvet a caul

Her future not yet born

Two poems

Lagan Press Online

Poetry Originals #5

June 2015


Sustenance

Bend your ear & listen closely
to the murmur of my heart.

A hummingbird has built her
nest there made from feathers,
leaves & thistledown.

I feel her wings thrum each
time you draw near.

Lie with me. We’ll coax the
nectar from our loins & feed
honey to her young.

Remedia Amoris

Panning for Poems #1

Poetry NI

Spring 2015


He came across the dedication

In a copy of Ovid‟s Elegies

of Love that he picked up in

a charity shop on the Ormeau

Road. “To L,” it read. “I hope

you cherish this book as

I cherish your love. Joe.”

tanka

A Hundred Gourds 3:3

Summer 2014

asked to describe 
your wild, naked perfection
I use metaphor –
you are the fine mist rising
you are a painting of smoke

Four poems

FourXFour #8

Spring 2014


What Remains


I touch it, trace the

scar with my finger, press

my lips to it, lay my

head between your

belly & your pubic

bone. This is all that

remains. The clothes we

saved for, argued over in

shops, accepted wrapped from

friends & relatives, are

gone now to charity

shops. The room we painted

the colour of the sky on a

spring morning we can’t

bring ourselves to

enter. Beyond that door there

is a stillness. Somewhere

within lie our hopes, our

dreams. Somewhere within

our future died.

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