Category: Poetry

The farmhouse floats, an island in a sea of rape.

From a bus labouring on high roads you gaze down

at a boreen, visible now, snaking through an ocean of amarillo. read more

I have never been to Coney Island

yet the Ferris wheel in sepia-drenched

pictures, the greenish tint of old Polaroids, read more

This evening felt like childhood and church and Bacchanalia.

I do not try to resolve the contradictions read more

sitting here feeling like a used car
one part after the other failing me
the aroma of fresh brewing coffee
wakes my brain cells read more

To be born in a paradise of green
Rich crops in fields protected by scarecrows
Amidst trees, flowers and endless hedgerows
Below hilltops that overlook the scene
Stretching far across an idyllic dream.
Is to know, that urban longing follows
To escape from rural woodland hollows
Towards the big city’s magnetic gleam. read more

Jimmy Carter looked green

as he delivered his last state

of the union. Of course, everyone

did on the old Magnavox for ten read more