I am really pleased to announce that my next poetry collection, entitled “An Ocean Called Hope”, will be published by Downingfield Press on 26 May. The theme is places in my life: growing up in small-town Australia; moving to Ireland, country of my ancestors; and various countries under the Southern Cross constellation. Poems from the… Continue reading An Ocean Called Hope
Category: Poems
I am really pleased to announce that my next poetry collection, entitled “An Ocean Called Hope”, will be published by Downingfield Press on 26 May. The theme is places in my life: growing up in small-town Australia; moving to Ireland, country of my ancestors; and various countries under the Southern Cross constellation. Poems from the… Continue reading
Two Poems
CHILDREN OF THE ICE One of those days when coincidences gather like the gulls on this rarely frozen pond, sliding and screeching in a grey and white cloud while I am passing by thinking of how at school they made us swim while hail was falling, exploding all around us, and sheet lightning flashed above;… Continue reading Two Poems
Three Bird Poems
SHADED ECHOES North-eastern Australia In the great dark knowledge of the forest, life runs subtly like a reminiscence. The cassowary guarding his bright green eggs is one expression of the incomprehensible in a world of proud indifference, pure inhuman otherness at the centre of his own universe. Try following his deep, booming calls through the… Continue reading Three Bird Poems
Rattlecast
Here are versions of my recent appearance on the Rattlecast, the podcast of leading US poetry magazine Rattle: YouTube | SoundCloud | iTunes |
Rattlecast
I will be reading from my collection The Colour of Extinction and discussing it on Sunday 9 February at 5pm Irish time (12 noon ET) on the podcast of Rattle, one of the leading US magazines. Link below:
Four Poems
SIDE EFFECTS Back in the slanting, tilted days we tore great chunks off each other and then crept slowly apart, not looking back, like sidling crabs over cooling sands and wrote with bloody fingers on the walls words that still drip down to acid puddles. I wish I could cry in my sleep and wait… Continue reading Four Poems
Machine Learning and Hopetoun
MACHINE LEARNING The heron skyline of construction cranes preys on buildings being repurposed. A flour mill becomes an office block and a church develops new careers while the message ripples through their shadows: adapt and retrain, move, change and reboot/ what you were is no longer good enough/ swipe left/swipe right zero/one off/on I am… Continue reading Machine Learning and Hopetoun
A YELLOW-CROWNED NIGHT HERON IN MAYO
Many refugees keep the keys to their home, hoping to return. This one never will: more and more storms will seed the clouds with birds and might even bring her a husband, but the Atlantic is wider than hope. She seems happy enough here, watched over by the god of three o’clock in the morning… Continue reading A YELLOW-CROWNED NIGHT HERON IN MAYO
Lookouts
Poolbeg Power Station, Dublin The Poolbeg chimneys are two giant barber’s poles still advertising when the shop is closed and the scissors of pollution are blunted. Maybe from two hundred metres up they see beyond the incinerator’s smoke many more decommissionings to come, a cleaner future with nothing like themselves and they will become gigantic… Continue reading Lookouts
Stuart C Flynn 