This site contains a few pieces that use ‘swear’ words or relate to sex or other ‘adult themes’.
My writing
My writing that is published on this site, including lots of creative commons poetry.
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The answer to that question can only be sung. Can only be whoooed in an umbrella-flipping wind Can only be rained. It can’t be Googled, archived, written or spoken. But it can be born. The answer to that question can be born in a plane or a tunnel, a revolving restaurant or a cavern, a Read more
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Inside yourself can you hear your heartbeat? Can you still hear it? Or is it drowned by tinnitus and the swirling crash of your thoughts? When you lie down at night can you hear your breathing? The whistle in your nose? The sigh in your chest? Or is it drowned by the rumble of your Read more
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New magpie, try your wings. Break your voice. Clothes tossed aside. Skin burning. Trees turning gold. Halfway along the road, a rich man looks back. Water broken to pieces. Put away your equipment. Pull up your quilt and dream. Read more
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(Dublin 2005) Beggar on the bridge huddled in a blanket, grey blanket, stone faces reflected in the river, black river, blood in my neon eyes, red as the taillights, neon as the red lights, neon as the dawn breaking on another never-enough river, on black swans White swan reflected. This is where I am, in Read more
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The sound of MY FAVOURITE BAND is an apricot’s juice on my tongue, my chin, my wrist, my t-shirt The sound of MY FAVOURITE BAND is rain and the warm wet of summer Sydney rain and the smell of rain on a hot road The sound of MY FAVOURITE BAND Read more
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I dream an Irish road and wake I dream seven singers and wake I dream night falling and wake with my heart in my fingers I dream hitch-hiking and catching a train back to the city and wake with a wish in my hands— arch way of trees a rain-green air seven singers faeries stones— Read more
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