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Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

The ghost of William Shakespeare to a pupil who accidentally conjures him whilst frantically writing an essay at 3 o’clock in the morning: “Don’t wrap me up in the chains of your poxy writing frames or pick at my remains … Continue reading

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Removals

12 months ago today I lost my best friend, Suzy, to breast cancer. Recently, I drove past her old house and was sad to see her car gone from the space where it used to be, the empty house unlit. … Continue reading

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The Witch

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Where You Are (In Memoriam: Robert Stuart 1924-2012)

  When my granddad died, I wanted to write something for him, but couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come. When we took the train to Newcastle to scatter his ashes in the Tyne, I wanted to say something, but couldn’t. This … Continue reading

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Dusk (O’Connell Street)

Last year, I was lucky enough to be published in THE SHOp Poetry Magazine, in Dublin. This is the poem:

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Butcher Son

A thick sea curdles as, from within the steel, a bladed sea of calls cranes and lifts, out across mud, up walls, to the curtained ear. His white coat spattered with blood dawn tears. A flinching twist, the waking kiss … Continue reading

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Sons

Sons   A man made of skin and smoke on the bus beneath the viaduct, pointed out the odd black brick in the giant red bones and said each was placed for a man lost to the building of its … Continue reading

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