Irish poet, who spent his early years in Belfast and now lives in Coleraine with his wife and 2 children. His first collection "Thomas" was published by Lapwing in 2005, and his second collection "Black Eyed Peace" has just been published. It is available as either a free eBook or in traditional printed format. His work has been widely published in magazines, anthologies, and on-line. His work has also been broadcast and published by the BBC and a number of his poems have achieved competition success. He has been involved with the Ballymoney Writers for over 15 years and has edited and published 3 collections of their work.
Pull out the pellets from my chest, I had fallen in a brutal crackdown. A black moon was taking revenge. You were staring straight in the eyes of death. The biker, has lost the charisma. The apples were never so
Spurred the kerosene to burn the logistics. I had moved on untrodden snow of tanned gifts. There was no tomorrow for me, living from moment to moment. The warships had moved into positions. Adoring the monotheisn, I still loved many
We are making a living, Where humanity hardly exists; Where no love resides; Where compassion has died; Where beauty is deprived; Where only happiness is solipsism; And only sadness is breakup. In this living, The affluent is callous; The penurious
Nothing I shall do, to be a wisher; No wishes to make. Never mind,my friends, The”Making Wishes” prose won’t run so long. A wish precisely persists as a wish all along, Until I’m propelled by the blowing wind of wish