All along the skyline, cranes
quiet above rooftops
Poetry
The Wounds
Betrayal begins at home, a fine-boned fledgling,
blown-in through your window, heart a-shiver.
Soundtrack for the End of the World
‘Promise me leaf-blowers will cut out first,
Spinning in sparkless Catherine Wheels
Then dying like blue-bottles.’
Two Poems
For a good half hour this morning, from five
till the mobile’s ringtone woke me in a sweat,
I was young again and Mammy was alive.
Two Poems
The kumquat tree you brought for me
from Florida, it likes the sun, you said,
so I found a place outside
Three Poems
If what wakes you of a sudden, past midnight
are the war or mating calls from roaming kids