Poem appearing in The Cabinet of Heed

A cold, grey, Lockdown Sunday has been brightened up for me by having my poem “Superman writes down his dreams” published in issue forty-two of The Cabinet of Heed. You can check out my take on the contents of Clark Kent’s subconscious ramblings by following this link.

Big thanks to Simon Webster, Chief Polisher of The Cabinet for taking this one.

Hope you’re keeping well.

Towards the end of our knowing one another

Towards the end of our knowing one another

that infamous whisky-hour conversation ceased

its looping flight and fell from out of the clouds,

becoming more a string of painful retreats

from the same old mountain, with no guide

to navigate a way between the boulders,

the only choice to keep on going down.

But then I remember you telling me how

you always really preferred the plateau,

the big-sky possibility of the high moors

or the wide-open silence of the desert,

with the comfort of its horizons. How it

bathed you in a bottomless pool of space.

Where did it all disappear to? The quiet

sine-wave of your voice circling my ear?

Sharing your untold versions of the darkness,

pointing them with the tired light of our stars?

first published in Cacti Fur, 2020


Best wishes for the festive season.


All this time cowed in shadows,
stunted and contained, or else

straggling desperately through gaps,
her thick-set leaves have become

as dark as the longest night, and
glossed well beyond necessity.

Each has grown a ready fist of teeth,
defending her hard, blood-blister fruits.

first published in Northampton Poetry Review, 2018

12 Poems of Christmas at “Dodging The Rain”

I’m really honoured to have had one of my poems selected by Dodging The Rain for their annual “Dodging The Snow – 12 Poems of Christmas” feature.

The series kicks off tomorrow and runs until New Year’s Day. My poem – “First Overseas Christmas” – is up on December 29th (and not just before Christmas, as I posted here recently – my error!). Very, very grateful to Neil Slevin and the rest of the team at DTR.

Seasons greetings to you all.



The shoreline has no recollection of the ice;
only the genetic memory of suffocation, smothering,

of cold, silent fingers playing at the clay of the Earth,
sundering rocks. There are only echoes, hearsay,

the whisper of older waters – receded, replenished –
forests, hills, a whole continent swallowed below.

Becoming a pixel in the image, a word of the story,
I press footmarks through a knotted dunescape

to arrive, human, upon it, eyes finally registering
only in the present tense, shouldering my own tide.

first published in Amethyst Review, 2020

Four poems appearing at “Dodging The Rain”

Get out your brollies. It’s a great feeling to have your writing accepted by any publication, but there’s something even better about having a whole slew of pieces appearing in the same place.

So I’m really, really grateful to Neil Slevin and the rest of the editorial team at the wonderful Irish poetry journal Dodging The Rain for taking on four of my poems. (Truth be told, it’s actually five, as I have yet another due to appear there just before Christmas).

You can check these poems out by following this link. And if you’re not already familiar with DTR, it’s well worth a follow.

Oxalis corniculata var. atropurpurea


Oxalis corniculata var. atropurpurea


Trying to put a solid name to every colour

you think you can see in those posies

of three-hearted leaves, you scribble down

a recipe calling for Verdigris, a spool of

old-style camera film, liver (both cooked

and uncooked), the persistent stain left

by berries on your fingers in late summer.



And all the while they are taking over

your world, starting – naturally – at the

front doorstep before flouncing off at

right angles towards the alley, the off-white

cones of their roots somehow deriving

sustenance from its mortar, slowly working

loose the mass of its hundred year stone.



first published in Envoi, 2018