Category Archives: Poetry

He was Spanish, the man who served our breakfast. He looked cool, in a cool café. Designer stubble, Baseball hat backwards on his head. We found he was to cycle 500 miles for cancer research The Indian family outside the … Continue reading →

Your eyes sparkle like Spangles. When life is anything but a Picnic you are my Turkish Delight. To see you is a Treat. I know some times I come across as a Smartie pants, but you will always Boost my … Continue reading →

Child bending over flowers: a perfect picture of Pre-Lapsarian innocence; the product of a painter’s palette and a yearning for the simplicities of life before the long fall from grace. Oh, child—you do not know, nor should you, that you, … Continue reading →

With apologies to Credance Clearwater Revival I am loup garou, shape – changer, werewolf. When the full moon silvers the earth, my bones begin to warp, ligaments crack and lengthen and my skin furs over. My jaw twists and groans, … Continue reading →

You sit in the cupboard wondering whether retirement has truly come. Your black has faded to grey, scratched and battered, Tattooed with airport security and hotel reception stickers. You accompanied me on my many adventures To India, China and many … Continue reading →

A very free translation from the Irish. I drive north into hill country, the hard breast of the hills; the car straining over the slopes, yielding to the inexorable authority of the gears. The way is difficult, the weather uncertain, … Continue reading →

I catch glimpses of it here and there; The sea plays peek-a-boo between the hills. When I climb a brow, full blueness sets in, So wide, its curved surface seems Straight as a taut string. From afar, the sea is … Continue reading →

Just another night in the sleepless city. The call came in around midnight – cheap hotel, Lower East Side, dead female. The uniforms kept the other residents at bay, as me and my partner, Detective Gennaro, looked at the body … Continue reading →