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Words fired like quills and hair pulled sore at the root. Shins blackened in brute blows. Flesh hung out to dry in frigid shows of shame. Unchosen on...

A crowded but lonely place.

We are called upon to come here, to cliff, to strand, to hilltop, summoned to the coast to make the most of sundown. With hundreds silently watching...

Max and Stinky sat in the dinghy and cracked open two beers. “Tuna sandwich?” said Stinky. “Sure. It may be the only kinda fish we’ll see all day.”...

Little Nancy Guru ‘By Paul McCann Little Nancy guru how did you know all the things tomorrow brings and the right way to go . Its as if you’ve seen...

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] How come there’s still believers found who love that carpenter? Though long time’s past they still abound –...

Before the day glows with favour & my eyes begin to show movement the wind is soft upon my face. I can smell apples from the tree above me...

When I was a lad I worked on big ships. Here I describe the Suez Canal stretch of a sea passage from Quebec City in Canada to Colombo in Sri Lanka round about 1977. Our ship was loaded with a bulk cargo of poverty relief grain financed by the United Nations Fund for Population Activities (UNFPA). Some of my writing is an embellishment of the truth and a little bit of it is the result of pure imagination, but this poem is as near to the truth as I could get whilst attempting to remain poetic.

The Sinisterish Milkman (For Halloween) The sinisterish milkman from the world's end dairy has a glint in the eye that makes you wary and clinking...