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Burning the Clocks

We chase time through half-lit steets and play catch up by a sludge black sea where it waits, glowing bright in the face of its funeral pyre. Time is...

Small Absences

The small absences pierce the deepest. A couple's casual public caress. The lover's right of touch. The waking to an empty bed. The bathroom clear of...

Lazy Summer Days

A poem about the hedgerows and meadows in an English summer.

Memories of the Night

All the magic and wonder of a first date, and then some.

Wiped Out In One Shot

Lacking sence, overflowing with pointless detail and driven by unsetteling sensations...must be a nightmare.

if i could speaks words...

emotional overflow...

Dressing up

At school I dress up in my own skin- wrap up warm, enfolded in me, another me who doesn't feel the pull.

Pine

Completely, the night is metaphorical for my own pine: this smooth peach poison seeps into my voice, my actions, and I am over-full, brimming with...

The Lead Story

a poem for CyberScribes and Writers from Northern Ireland

B. To N.

poem

Winter Heat

Sitting there facing the sun, I think about what I have done. Feel the heat increasing bad, Miss all the ice creams ever had. Swallowing the dusty...

Since I last saw you

Haiku

U - Day, Your stretch

Silence breaks the dawn, A rise in the eastern sky, Gracefully steps the burning ball, Spreading light on the vast canvas. Life springs back Birds...

Somewhere where you reside

the beauty of your breath subsides the seas...

Fair City - Diaries of an Infomad

I first arrived in the Fair City on a cold Saturday night in the infant days of the third millennium.

Mid-Life Crisis

Two and a half score years into my allotted span. Rootless, restless loosed too soon or too late to re-invent a self. Lost to love the blood still...
Cherry

Shangri-La

Guilty?

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