
Poem: Take me to Éire
Take me to Éire Please take me to Erin For I am twenty-seven; Reassurance I…
Take me to Éire Please take me to Erin For I am twenty-seven; Reassurance I…
The Leap Down, down the stairs to the five pillars of pronounced architecture, Five entrances…
The Only Time Our Adult Hands Touched I was 29, he was 72 We were…
Fragments of a Litany Gaza, 2023-24 Grieve with the butchered gods of love for Layan…
Psalm The light and the wind on the water these wild winter days are breath…
A Poem for Refaat Alareer In the poem your butchers fear to breathe, the murdered…
No Record of Wrongs Love does keep a record of some things— your solitary walks…
Bliain an Áir ‘The Year of Slaughter’, 1740-41 Around the earth, a warring, wooden sea…
Waking Up He had thousands of kodachromes when he died. Nowadays they’d be snaps stored…
How I Remember Her I glared that first night as she vaunted perks And spoke…
A Partial Epitaph My friend, with many an article and book saved in the Cloud,…
Belshazzar I never knew myself to have a Persian beard, now, This is odd, this…
April Light I’ve let the world of people go in favour of growing spring evenings,…
It Isn’t Just A House It isn’t just a house. It’s the sacred place I…
Hope in Despair I have always loved museums, no doubt having a kind of prophetic…
SONNET XIV for Diane Windsor When I was still the husband of the wind –…
On Opening A Door When I left the cafe I planted my leading foot beside…
Gratitude “Hate it here? But why?” I’m sick of your confounded cry. London is Open—…
Commuting with Baudelaire We are living in a time when there are no gentlemen. So,…
Poets may be divided into three types: those of us who must be and are,…