Love Poem

Where have you been since when, first seen? in a pub, drunk and befuddled. on a pitch, wet, be — puddled, who knows ’til now, love’s confusing signals, the sweaty lip, the furrowed brow the dread of each encounter? There is no map, or uncharted path, In love’s rough seas to point the way. All who are in spring of life know the chill of…Read more Love Poem

Two Love Poems

    Love on the Line Love on the line, converging connections, distance, unknown, uncertain, too Gathering speed, smooth terrain, imperceptible incline, doubt and decline Speed bumps check the rush living, life, scenery passing Attractive siding, enticing divergence, less than a landslide to wonder why When tracks divide in new directions blood on the tracks…Read more Two Love Poems

The Last Hurrah of a Hungry Poet

Three times we met in the space of a single month. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. That’s not a coincidence. Things don’t happen that commonly, I thought, without a reason, a purpose. Yet, even as I thought this, I began to doubt it. A man can be in two minds, as the saying…Read more The Last Hurrah of a Hungry Poet

LiveLoveFleshBlood…Brilliant

If you don't know Imelda May, you should. Writing about her makes me dyslexic, I can love or loathe her but I still listen. Ok, I've had the advantage of listening to her, as a teenager, singing back up vocals to bands in Dublin pubs. I watched her enthral a pub of Irish music fans…Read more LiveLoveFleshBlood…Brilliant

Tosca’s Tale

Seventy years since the survivors' of Auschwitz were liberated, I was watching a tv documentary where six of them recounted their stories of survival and the terrible aftermath they've endured, of nightmares and tragedies. One Polish man, Dr Tadeusz Smreczynski, who became a doctor and practiced general medicine within ten minutes of the camp gates,…Read more Tosca’s Tale