Could I marry these two sharp silences? These yellow balls that burn in stare and purr beneath deep where the world is simple. Are they cat eyes or a brace of griefs fresh from the hunter’s recreation? Will they say, I do? Two ochre brides with their black faces and their undercurrent of woe. Cat … Continue reading cat eyes and the tragedy of mother
It would have been my parents' 50th wedding anniversary today. September 4th (someone’s wedding anniversary) The graveyard has no heart or history a terrible now of poor hours of sidelined souls. I am frantic with disquiet and sudden memory dreaming of him younger his eye falling on other flowers pink poppies all … Continue reading September Poem
August, Departing Here’s the stain, heaved out and an orchard of clouds sleeping. The crows flee warm fugitives on August’s blunt edge. I see a distant coldness, the skirt of the sun shirking. The tide is loud with the drowned and the windy chains of gulls. The air smells of salty bone and the womb … Continue reading August Poem
Scene from July Pink wall of glum sun with its birdsong blush numb, like a cement bloom; its scent a ruined yellow. This is not summer, nor any truthful season. How life bends to a weary scrape along a gulling codeine mist. The blind days gaze like a black scrying mirror: a glassy lie in … Continue reading Scene from July
Leaving April Woman, willow-stooped and worm-wed, her voice spilt shadow, leaving April in soured knots and velvet. Sad-burst, her bluebell breasts they fade forgetting her silence and her song. Too pink, her buds for blooming too late to die. Farewell, her dumb sun on a child wind, the rising of dusty muscle her dry water … Continue reading April Poems
March Morning Out of winter, grief-dusted and new sun, March morning tears hyacinths from the sky. I rise, bright-boned and rotted bud, sick of myself, of love, of blood. I rub red writing onto my skin. I am not dead just numb and a fist, a balcony’s edge where the bride waves thin, all … Continue reading March Poems
Tim Buck's review of 'Throats Full of Graves' is now available to read at The Spectral Lyre.
A summary of my year in poetry: I was very pleased to have 29 poems published. The year started with a poem in Helen Ivory's excellent 'ink sweat & tears' and finished with three in Josephine Corcoran's equally excellent 'And Other Poems'. I was especially pleased to be included in 2 Scottish e-zines, 'The Open … Continue reading 2013
I am very grateful to Barton Smock for his thoughtful review of Throats Full of Graves which you can read at his blog kingsoftrain. You can also read it at his ezine Pornsad, both places worthy of a visit in their own right. You can purchase the book from Lapwing Publications Store. Signed copies are also … Continue reading Throats Full of Graves: A Review
David McLean's excellent review of Throats Full of Graves has been published at Clockwise Cat. You can read it here. The book is available from Lapwing Publications or signed copies directly from me.
I am delighted to have my poem, 'No Ghosts'. chosen by Irish poet, Adam Rudden, as his poem of the month for July. You can read it here. It is from my book, 'Throats Full of Graves', which can be purchased through Lapwing Publications website.
I am very pleased to say that 'Throats Full of Graves' is now available for purchase through Lapwing Publications website. In addition, I have received two wonderful reviews of the book. The first is from the Irish poet, Chris Murray, and you can read it at her website Poethead. I enjoyed very much her eloquent reaction … Continue reading ‘Of Luminous Bones’ & ‘A Gentle Nihilism’
Many thanks to David McLean for his wonderful review of my new book, 'Throats Full of Graves', which you can read here. Copies will soon be available for purchase through Lapwing Publications website. I will also have some signed copies available for purchase.