TO BE BOUND (POEM)

tangled up long-legs, jangling inspiring the spider

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THE GREEN PLANET (POEM)

he arrived in white, as an artic fox snuffling round, nose ground bound seeking intelligence or some plain common sense muscled music bleating from chrome craft not common, such a non-earthborn, round here by seapark, four distant shores from home languish here and live dive into our tangled tweeting and brave facebooking Patrick came here … Continue reading THE GREEN PLANET (POEM)

CAVE HILL (POEM)

drunken mountain ever sleeping far above brown belfast, dirty men with dirty feet dancing ever noble and soaring, beneath are weeping women and ragged ould linen, bravery hidden within the white eyed children of hope