Snow Hope is a poem about Belfast in the late 1980’s/early 1990’s when there was change in the air as the city slowly began to rejuvenate itself after years of troubles and decline. Many places are visited on a winter’s journey through the city. Those who were young back in those times will no doubt recall their own connections and memories. Some of the places mentioned still exist but many have disappeared as times and economic conditions have changed the city’s landscape Th

This poem came about as the result of reading an article in a glossy magazine which suggested that the modern young man should buy...

This is probably the most personal of my poems as it was written for my wife Helen while we were on honeymoon.

Dyslexia has been a part of my life which I have had to learn to live with hence why I have written this poem.

A poem inspired by all sorts of mountain adventures over the years in the Mourne Mountains, Northern Ireland

This poem was written shortly after the death of a good friend who succumbed to alcohol addiction.

Poem that captures some of the childish excitement of summer expeditions to the Copeland Islands, Northern Ireland.

Pat Pong Street, in the humidity of day; the sticky sun is up, but the sky is gray. Traffic snarls, horns, belching trucks; busses jockey...

I want to go back to Donegal, To the rock at the end of the strand. And sit there feeling humble and small, Just a speck in a rugged...