Kickstart Your Heart

Here’s a list of my latest poems. Go to Kickstart Your Heart to find them all!


  • Nervously-naked
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      image: Neringa Normantaite: www.facebook.com/artistneringa     Nervously-naked, tender pendulant bells, between our legs sacred energy swells;   easily unclasped, compliant private purse, sown seeds speed: shallow secret universe;   birdsong-seranded, tryst in private woods: Eden-ordained passion: pure and good. ... Read more »
  • First Night ‘Lights Out’
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    I had always been an adventurous child. Being the youngest of three, I was frequently the first for any new experience: smoking, kissing girls, solo travels and boarding school. That boarding school experience was both the making and unmaking of me. I have an unutterable fondness for all that Newtown... Read more »
  • Gospel Hall Brethren
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    We were the faithful, we were true: we never knelt or sat in pews, all seated in a circle broken, long prayers in Ulster accents spoken; repeated cliches too well-known: the Quaker silence we disowned.   ‘Sacred Songs’  sung as best able, bap bun  on ‘worldly’ card table: the beaded-doily covered sherry glass rang bell-like, echoed frowned-on Mass.   Oh! The lisp... Read more »
  • Familia
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    She vice grips her hero-husband’s hand, heaving hormones issue high demands, pity cannot calm deep contraction pain, birth-waters gush, sheet shows graffiti stain: primitive her pant, newborn stirs within, propelled the push – let baby’s birth begin! Thighs hinge, tendons rack-stretched, ejection-effort on her red face etched; the father’s futile fears, hopeless his tears, abruptly a damp, dark-haired head... Read more »
  • Tabula Rasa
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    Did unwanted visitor carry viral curse? Unborn baby wrestled, now in need of nurse.   Scan-monitor stated heart-beat missing: unrequited, fond tummy hugs and kissing.   Soon her faecal-tinted tide dam-broke, no newborn wail, deathly silence spoke.   Tabula Rasa* – mouth mute, empty her gaze, baby body floppy – little for poet to praise…   Little girl gone, gone – listless... Read more »
  • An Online / Offline Encounter with Russia and Russians, 1975 – 2017
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    Going to Russia in 2008 was a dream come true for me, I being a confirmed closet Slavophile. I first got interested in that very misunderstood continent through the suffering Christians, the dissident authors and the underground artists, in the mid-1970’s. Then, I had become a part-time, one-man protest band, on... Read more »
  • Life-long aquatic dread
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    Neither parents present at first swim, pale-pathetic, goose-bumped skin, life-long aquatic dread quickly set in. Arm motions awkward, geek-clumsy, turbulent thrashed pool,  sudsy, lungfuls of water, Louis unlucky.   Showers, menacing macho laughs: swear-shouting, working class lads; brutal cold bulk, hated Blackrock baths. Un-muscular, myopic, merely six, misplaced middleclass, un-virile, thick: nude nervous, fearful sausage-pricks. 2. Final failure at boarding school, dog-paddle pupil sank like... Read more »
  • Ferry journey to Father
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    My ninety one year old father, sending me sixty year birthday greetings and prior to yet another stair fall… Just after my 60th birthday I went on a pilgrimage to my 91 year old father. To call it just a typical family visit would be an understatement. One never knows what... Read more »
  • Louis & Jack
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    I have long dreamt about celebrating our rescue dog, Jack-the-Lad. I hit on the idea of trying to capture his character, via “a day in the life” type of approach. When I met photographer Dora Kazmierak, I knew that I had the answer. She has well-curated many aspects of this... Read more »
  • Memories of Mount Ievers
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    A homage to a heritage house built in 1740, situated in Co. Clare. I have had some access to it for the past thirty years. Mount Ievers stands on one hundred acres of forest and field. It has survived many angry epochs of Irish history, and still remains in the... Read more »