Episodes
July 23, 2018
We bipolar people need to take care
I can't blame Francesco Mollinari. I can't blame the shirts he gave me in return for my wager. I can't blame anyone or anything. I need to watch it, get good sleep, and keep my feet on the ground. This week will be a gentle w...
July 16, 2018
S2018 Ep40: INSIDIOUS - a poem
Insidious I was walking along a couple of roads, one turned to the sea, the wave, the water, the tide ... one sloped to the mountain, the scree, the rock, the peak ... I followed a breath like a hunter. There were distraction...
July 4, 2018
S2018 Ep38: 4th July - #WaltWhitmanShow on Periscope
Recorded during a live-streamed 'show' on Periscope. Paul O'Mahony reads from Walt Whitman's poem "Song of Myself" Unfortunately, this recording ends abruptly after 30 minutes. I must find out why. I sent a message to support...
June 30, 2018
S2018 Ep37: SIX POEMS - an ending for #AudioMo on Day 30
1. Je Suis Charlie 2. Je Suis Paris 3. Lost on Bastille Day 4. Born in Aleppo 5. We Are Humans 6. They are Dead Recorded specially for #AudioMo Day 30 2018
June 29, 2018
S2018 Ep36: THE ISLANDER - (poem for #audiomo Day 29)
The Islander Chapter One He could have been on Sherkin, Inishbofin, Skelligs or even Rathlin... He was an outlaw, cast away from the land, away from his people. His face didn’t fit, his family were not from the right side of ...
June 28, 2018
S2018 Ep35: I STAND AGAINST THE CROWD - (poem for #AudioMo Day 28)
I stand against the crowd I stand out from the crowd I am an individual Odd Different Singular Misfit Awkward in my comfort Edgy in my skin Alive in my own little way I live my say I give the best shot I can Every day. I stan...
June 27, 2018
S2018 Ep34: THE CITY OF LONDON - (poem for #audiomo Day 27)
The City of London Cocktail-shaker for the World Bridge-builder, fortune-maker City of greetings, grime and grit City of tongues City of preachers, teachers and elephants City of wars City of screams and exhibitionists City o...
June 26, 2018
S2018 Ep33: BROTHERS - (poem for #audiomo Day 26)
Brothers They were brothers, fresh from gathering, each clutching a bundle of yellowed leaves. Two short pants, one took his booty by the hand, and waved a sword with pirate fire. The other cradled his, and wouldn’t waste a s...
June 26, 2018
S2018 Ep32: I HAVE NOT KNOWN - (poem - #audiomo Day 25)
I have not known your other birthdays. For me, this has been the year of your birth growth and flowering. I love you for it. #audiomo
June 26, 2018
S2018 Ep31: CALLISTE - (poem for #audiomo Day 24)
Calliste 'Know ye that I fear war with Zeus I fear the loudly thundering shaker of the earth ...' She was a beauty once. Her patina endures, below the heating mist, a gauze, a filigree ...
June 21, 2018
S2018 Ep30: CHILDREN - (poem for #audiomo Day 21)
Children No matter how tall the leaves of grass grow, the snow will fall again on the field. The rabbits are running now, nettles feasting on sunshine, and the bees are minding their own business, somewhere else. No matter my...
June 20, 2018
S2018 Ep29: PULSE - (poem for #audiomo Day 20)
* Pulse * My child went to dance his night away, and mine went for the love of her life. My children had names, my parents came out looking for everlasting love. My family were herded together like cattle and passed into the ...
June 20, 2018
S2018 Ep28: WIND AND RAIN - (poem for #audiomo Day 19)
Rain and Wind When I was a child I loved the sound of rain & wind on glass as I curled up warm under bedclothes. In front of this fire, I haven’t grown up. #audiomo
June 18, 2018
S2018 Ep27: WANTING MORE - (poem for #AudioMo Day 18)
Wanting more I’ve always been found wanting more than a woodpecker carves into the last tree in the last forest, wanting more than my parents ever offered, – even more than father bestowed on one of his good days. I was born ...
June 17, 2018
S2018 Ep26: RAINCLOUDS GATHER OVER GLANMIRE - (poem for #AudioMo Day 17)
Rainclouds gather over Glanmire How long since the last drop fell and left the soil sodden drunk? A summer stole by, disguised: wind and chill, washed-away dreams of suntan creams and cucumber eyes. Had I flown abroad, I’d kn...
June 16, 2018
S2018 Ep25: APOSTLE - (poem for #AudioMo - Day 16)
Apostle (homage to Seamus Heaney) How do I poem a verse for a god of letters, stumble out crafted phrases fit for his grandfatherly face? ‘Give up, sit down, keep your head below the parapet. Leave him to treat with Zeus and ...
June 15, 2018
S2018 Ep24: DREAM - (poem for #audiomo Day 15)
Dreams Moses never led his people to the promised land Magellan never sailed his ships home Puccini never finished his journey to Turandot I’ve never reached my daydreams. I led up to them, talking and walking barefoot on mos...
June 14, 2018
S2018 Ep23: REUNITED (poem for #audiomo day 14)
Reunited I left the house of my reincarnation before the swallows returned the year they cancelled the Grand National. I walked out the door before dawn disappeared, drove through a dream as if in a dismal draft of corked Dol...
June 13, 2018
YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIKE OYSTERS (poem for #AudioMo Day 13)
You don’t have to like oysters You don’t have to like oysters, there’s nothing wrong with you if caviar and truffles turn you off. Though some will look down their nose at you if you decline champagne, it’s not a sin to spend...
June 12, 2018
S2018 Ep22: SONG OF MY BUTTERFLY (poem for Day 12 #audiomo)
Song of my Butterfly No one heard the song of the butterfly not even my mother, my brothers, nor the dog-walker who strode by our garden and allowed his Bernese Mountain Dog to pee all over my butterfly’s buddleia. No one not...
June 12, 2018
S2018 Ep21: I ROSE FROM THE DEAD (poem for Day 11 #audiomo)
I rose from the dead We’d all love to rise from the dead and snatch a second chance from the teeth of history. Which of you would refuse resurrection and leave the stones in place until the winter breaks? My death was cold an...
June 10, 2018
I ROSE FROM THE DEAD (poem for #audiomo Day 10)
I rose from the dead We’d all love to rise from the dead and snatch a second chance from the teeth of history. Which of you would refuse resurrection and leave the stones in place until the winter breaks? My death was cold an...
June 9, 2018
WHEN I AM OLD (poem for #Audiomo Day 9
When I am old When I am old the lines will show, the words perhaps no longer flow. The eyes will set and surely droop while underneath the bones will stoop. Across the brow may stretch a crease, a surface etched before deceas...