My poetry has featured in RTE Radio's ‘Arena’ arts programme, and has been published in many publications, including: Books Ireland, Chapman, Criterion, Cutting Teeth, Cyphers, The Guardian, The Herald, New Writing Scotland, Northwords, Orphan Leaf Review, Peace News, Poetry Ireland Review, Poetry London Newsletter, Poetry Scotland, The Shop, West Coast Magazine, West 47.
Below is an extract from my long poem 'abstraction written in response...' Another shorter poem called Callisto can also be read online here. If you enjoy the poetry you may also want to have a look at details of my prose work.
Extract from 'abstraction written in response...'

eddies boarn fae virr n violence
hidden oan thi ocean’s flair
thrust mi upwards noo past
lang lines o streetchin shadaes
thi mere images n ideas
o wummin men n bairns
lik woondit ribbons rippling
intae a focus a black n grey
then vanishin forever back
intae thi cauld sea’s belly
there thi island bhoys ur dancin
hail limbed again in uniforms braw
sparklin in a galaxy o plankton
yin n aw steppin oot in perfect time
yit ben thi glaur n lime o france
thur fine young faces wur left ahin
n lollin atop thur boadies’ ilka hop n prance
thur bonny skulls gae rollin
lik crackt urns spillin
barbed thorns n razor wire entwinin
roon strips o peellywally skin
then roon mi swirlin n jiggin stuhll
each squaddie passin gies a bow
n tries ti bless mi wae a kiss
n ah haudin ma hauns tae ma pleadin lips
ache fur thi rip o steel thi rip o wid
but thi ocean’s fingurs tak a grip
a ma hair n hurl mi upwards
n oan tae dry land
hidden oan thi ocean’s flair
thrust mi upwards noo past
lang lines o streetchin shadaes
thi mere images n ideas
o wummin men n bairns
lik woondit ribbons rippling
intae a focus a black n grey
then vanishin forever back
intae thi cauld sea’s belly
there thi island bhoys ur dancin
hail limbed again in uniforms braw
sparklin in a galaxy o plankton
yin n aw steppin oot in perfect time
yit ben thi glaur n lime o france
thur fine young faces wur left ahin
n lollin atop thur boadies’ ilka hop n prance
thur bonny skulls gae rollin
lik crackt urns spillin
barbed thorns n razor wire entwinin
roon strips o peellywally skin
then roon mi swirlin n jiggin stuhll
each squaddie passin gies a bow
n tries ti bless mi wae a kiss
n ah haudin ma hauns tae ma pleadin lips
ache fur thi rip o steel thi rip o wid
but thi ocean’s fingurs tak a grip
a ma hair n hurl mi upwards
n oan tae dry land