A group of poems just published in A Thin Slice of Anxiety: THE BATTLE FOR THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY They lied when they said that nothingwould ever be the same again,when the icy truth cuts much deeper;nothing will ever be different.Turn your back on the challenge if you want to,but at last when we’ve opened every… Continue reading Six Poems
The Colour of Extinction
My poetry collection THE COLOUR OF EXTINCTION will be published by Renard Press on 9 October 2024. You can PRE-ORDER now – this really helps the publisher to see how much interest there is. Please spread the word to anyone who might be interested. From the Renard Press page: Under a sky the colour of extinctionyou choose your… Continue reading The Colour of Extinction
Fever’s Child and Thirty Years
FEVER’S CHILD The world reduced to a vague presence in a dream, a quiet, senseless and irresponsible, while the fear is a constant hard wind in the face, the kind that bends trees, weathers stones and strips branches. A body temperature of forty Celsius is a distorting mirror that stretches time out long and thin,… Continue reading Fever’s Child and Thirty Years
Tinnitus
A sound no one else in the world can hearthat may not even exist at all,a transmission to an exoplanet.Perfect lines of poetry recitedin a language you knew before you were bornbut will never again remember.The most wonderful story of allthat you cannot begin to understandtold just to you by a million voices.Endless chatbot hallucinations,a… Continue reading Tinnitus
Names
My old town sighs in its sleep as I pass. I know nearly every house and shop, but the names I give them are long gone: Cummings’, Fitzpatricks’, Turners’ and more. Maybe no one thinks of our place that way, but someone must remember the late night train that took us to the waking city… Continue reading Names
Livestream and Rock Pool
LIVESTREAM The city emptied of another day, a half-frozen brook that passed by unnoticed. Twenty-four hours have wandered lost as wasteland dogs in search of a scent; in every one a swarm of instants, syllables of eternal graffiti scattered in splintered disorder, each containing an ocean of moments: unbreakable passwords to a secret we can… Continue reading Livestream and Rock Pool
The Art of Change
Days are the carcasses of time:dead copies of how I hoped they would bethat piled up while I dreamed of freedomand freedom dreamed of me. I am in love,but I do not know with whom or what;it is getting dark and once againnothing and nobody has arrived.Tomorrow I will leave this hopeless hope –an unhappiness… Continue reading The Art of Change
Spinning Blue Circle and Rue Menard
SPINNING BLUE CIRCLE In memory of my mother A craving for meaning bled from your eyes, but the zero and one of life and death were temporarily stuck in between. At the sour grey end of this afternoon you lived in a distant dimension, holidaying on another planet where you lost your money and passport… Continue reading Spinning Blue Circle and Rue Menard
Seven Nature Poems
THE MEMORY OF WATER Central Australia 50,000 years ago Every waterhole is smaller and farther awaythan the one before and the plain no longer remembersthe forest that once stood here. They stagger on,a clan of exhausted Diprotodonseeking escape from the flooding dryness,their mighty front claws scuffing up dustthat floats above in a choking cloudand then… Continue reading Seven Nature Poems
15,000 Metres Above Time
In the eye of the cyclone the most important event has never taken place. Stillness holds the world in narcissistic trance: silent greyness contemplating itself under a dead star of spider dreams in a galaxy you cannot escape. You hold your breath without daring to whisper. This eternity may be your last; nature cannot die,… Continue reading 15,000 Metres Above Time
S.C. Flynn 