PinnedPublished inAgora24Postcards from the End of TimeI am after seeing the universe drown, and the vision settles on my chest like peat smoke in a wool coat, so it does. Late light slips…Sep 14Sep 14
PinnedThe Truth That Wears Its Own MaskTruth today arrives in borrowed clothes, tailored from pixels, stitched by inference, paraded through mirrors polished by opinion. It…Jul 30Jul 30
Between Ash and SnowWar has a way of clawing through time, dragging the past into the present and stitching wounds that span generations. When I finished…Dec 17, 2024Dec 17, 2024
Published inAgora24In the Valley of Moonlit Shadows — Mystery of Andrzej Mazur’s poetryIn the silent hush of Portlaoise night, I tread upon the shadowed path of Andrzej Mazur’s verse, “Lily from the Deep, Mountain-Enclosed…Aug 12, 2024Aug 12, 2024
Published inAgora24The ReserveO silence… let the departed rest, unsaid, here is the whisper… and there’s a pale stag in rut, a dream half-fed, unaware, transgressing the…Feb 20, 2024Feb 20, 2024
Published inAgora24A STREAK OF LIGHTWe ventured back, my loyal hound and I, from the edge of shadows black, where, like a serpent sly, the light did twist and ply, of the…Feb 19, 2024Feb 19, 2024
Published inAgora24THRUSH ON A BARRICADEIn a coil, my mind, a delicate embryo’s cradle, I thread through the street’s snares, a poetic wade, In squares, flowered beds, and gardens…Feb 15, 2024Feb 15, 2024
Published inAgora24All in one gulpFreedom is said to reside where no man dwells, it’s dull, lame, sore and ugly - to a point of excess.Jun 1, 2022Jun 1, 2022