New book….

I am pleased to announce my new book of poetry “The Last bus to Clifden” from the good people at Abraxas Press

 

Help is at hand

 

No need to worry

We are all trapped in the same June

Between the dais and the floor

 

Hands of fate are rarely slight

And if an imbroglio is a confused heap

 

Then we are nothing more than beautiful stereo ripples

Whose colours give themselves away,

Imploring certain envoys to finish their search and come home

 

Here it is never winter

Sounds amplify simply on faraway alpine reservoirs

Thaw comes before the deluge, never after the snow drift

 

A palm waves a fist, many angry fists

The object is the hardest part

Lost assumed as the others finally arrive

And find a point zero or locus solus

 

This is all we came here for

 

The secret is kept up in the ozone

Somewhere near the Espirides or the Southern Cross

 

Someone laughs heartily as his or hers breath loses its way through the jet stream

Learning and Unlearning

 

The semi divine process of miscellany and Diaspora

By which we seldom now daydream to conjure home

 

On this nether shore

We call this ocean Atlantic

The girl, Lilith

This atoll on which we stand will be named later

 

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