Missing Persons Your only friends are online contacts,prisoners of each othersensing the distant trembling,using the solution against themselves.You create your own types of silenceas sad consequences of the afternoon,arguing with podcast announcersin response to signals of nothing.Later, hope appears as a flash in the nightbut finishes buried in an unmarked gravewhile you try to catch… Continue reading Two Poems

The town lies baked in dust and dejection; today belongs to the ant masters of the chemical trail. I walk, feeling as though I’ve lost someone and not knowing where to find them. An ugly harmless lizard lies by a fence, tongue flickering in blue primordial patience while a dog barks its warning to an… Continue reading Absence

This is the taste of the passage of time that twenty-four hours produce: crossing the bridge of no alternative with vision blurred by years of compromise, achievements fragmentary and forgotten in accurate mimicry of nothing. So hold up a sun of your own making and bask in its comfort and warmth; race across the stone… Continue reading Emotional Support Poem

This deep-sea fish is as black as its home that lies a kilometre under in a freezing silence of pressure where no light arrives. There, the creature lived in a network of fleeting events, a twitching skin of blind nuances and occasional illumination which it must have seen only dimly. No one knows why the… Continue reading Uploading the Impossible

A crow describes a black line on the wind and the fields mutter hoarsely in despair. Many days gave their lives to get us here, where predators grow constantly smarter and signs show how glaciers shrink each year. The moon’s death mask hangs in the stone-grey sky, watching all of reality at once, its black… Continue reading Spoiler Alert

changing colour as I try to describe it.At first, clouds stretch their long red tonguestowards the sun, while Spring encouragesunexpected brightness from the streetsthat quickly melts away to grey. The wind raceslike a wolf pack through fluttering puddlesas the rain whispers its apologies.Later, the moon drags the evening’s corpseto join the light’s mass grave in… Continue reading The Day is a Sleeping Octopus

It is publication day for my new poetry collection “An Ocean Called Hope”, published by Downingfield Press in Melbourne. There are links to buy from Australia, UK, USA and on ebook: https://downingfield.com/book/an-ocean-called-hope/?grid_referrer=2131 Available on all major stores. From the publisher’s page: “From the windswept Famine Trail of Ireland to the starlit skies of the Southern… Continue reading Publication Day

 You’re invited to the virtual launch of AN OCEAN CALLED HOPE by S.C. Flynn — a journey from Ireland’s Famine Trail to the Southern Cross.  Wednesday 4 June 2025  8.30pm Melbourne / 6.30pm Perth / 11.30am Dublin  Online – join from anywhere!  Register now: https://events.teams.microsoft.com/event/84454611-091c-40ea-b5c6-cd0c9b424a3d@1b79aa58-dd48-4326-bfcf-56b8f3c611a3

Everything is a language for something. This gentle snowfall choreography of tiny drones returning to their cases, like strange moths fluttering down and settling, is a transient allegory. The nervous electric rhythms are gone and all that remains to do in the calm is to stare at these stars as they drop and then strain… Continue reading AFTER THE LIGHT SHOW