Liam Carson
@liamcarson.bsky.social
Author of memoir Call Mother a Lonely Field. Haiku poet (first collection Belfast Twilight just published by Salmon Poetry). Director of IMRAM Féile Litríochta Gaeilge/Irish-language Literature Festival.
Come and spend your holidays in the USA, where a friendly welcome awaits you.
January 14, 2026 at 5:06 PM
Come and spend your holidays in the USA, where a friendly welcome awaits you.
'One Homeland. One People. One Heritage.' This is a slogan the US government is increasingly using on social media. The Nazi slogan was 'Ein Volk, ein Reich, ein Führer' (One People, One Realm, One Leader).
January 14, 2026 at 2:52 PM
'One Homeland. One People. One Heritage.' This is a slogan the US government is increasingly using on social media. The Nazi slogan was 'Ein Volk, ein Reich, ein Führer' (One People, One Realm, One Leader).
Great poem by John Hughes, from the latest issue of Poetry Ireland Review, with poems on the theme of love chosen by Theo Dorgan.
January 13, 2026 at 10:42 PM
Great poem by John Hughes, from the latest issue of Poetry Ireland Review, with poems on the theme of love chosen by Theo Dorgan.
red army draws close
in a concentration camp
a ballerina dances
by the banks
of the lovely Lee
the ghost of a singer
on a hill in Antrim
a thicket of pikes
in a summer haze
rewire the brain
in the dark hour before dawn
a rooster crows
in a concentration camp
a ballerina dances
by the banks
of the lovely Lee
the ghost of a singer
on a hill in Antrim
a thicket of pikes
in a summer haze
rewire the brain
in the dark hour before dawn
a rooster crows
January 13, 2026 at 9:20 PM
red army draws close
in a concentration camp
a ballerina dances
by the banks
of the lovely Lee
the ghost of a singer
on a hill in Antrim
a thicket of pikes
in a summer haze
rewire the brain
in the dark hour before dawn
a rooster crows
in a concentration camp
a ballerina dances
by the banks
of the lovely Lee
the ghost of a singer
on a hill in Antrim
a thicket of pikes
in a summer haze
rewire the brain
in the dark hour before dawn
a rooster crows
remember the Alamo
where many martyrs fell
lone star in the sky
darling girl
by the red river shore
Comanche fire their arrows
across the plains
where the buffalo roamed
dead warriors’ bones
in a prison camp
the sound of fife and drum
Yankee-doodle-dandy
where many martyrs fell
lone star in the sky
darling girl
by the red river shore
Comanche fire their arrows
across the plains
where the buffalo roamed
dead warriors’ bones
in a prison camp
the sound of fife and drum
Yankee-doodle-dandy
January 13, 2026 at 9:19 PM
remember the Alamo
where many martyrs fell
lone star in the sky
darling girl
by the red river shore
Comanche fire their arrows
across the plains
where the buffalo roamed
dead warriors’ bones
in a prison camp
the sound of fife and drum
Yankee-doodle-dandy
where many martyrs fell
lone star in the sky
darling girl
by the red river shore
Comanche fire their arrows
across the plains
where the buffalo roamed
dead warriors’ bones
in a prison camp
the sound of fife and drum
Yankee-doodle-dandy
ancient gold
in the depths of a fort
war drums beat
body bags
fill a city’s streets
rewire the brain
in dawn’s early light
rockets cross the sky
rewire the brain
goddess of mercy
lost in the woods
rewire the brain
ruins of Berlin
Churchill sitting
in Hitler’s chair
in the depths of a fort
war drums beat
body bags
fill a city’s streets
rewire the brain
in dawn’s early light
rockets cross the sky
rewire the brain
goddess of mercy
lost in the woods
rewire the brain
ruins of Berlin
Churchill sitting
in Hitler’s chair
January 13, 2026 at 9:19 PM
ancient gold
in the depths of a fort
war drums beat
body bags
fill a city’s streets
rewire the brain
in dawn’s early light
rockets cross the sky
rewire the brain
goddess of mercy
lost in the woods
rewire the brain
ruins of Berlin
Churchill sitting
in Hitler’s chair
in the depths of a fort
war drums beat
body bags
fill a city’s streets
rewire the brain
in dawn’s early light
rockets cross the sky
rewire the brain
goddess of mercy
lost in the woods
rewire the brain
ruins of Berlin
Churchill sitting
in Hitler’s chair
rewire the brain
so many dark stories
again and again
rewire the brain
images of ruined cities
burning fields
rewire the brain
where the icecaps melt
war ships sail
broken glass
around the shot up car
rewire the brain
so many dark stories
again and again
rewire the brain
images of ruined cities
burning fields
rewire the brain
where the icecaps melt
war ships sail
broken glass
around the shot up car
rewire the brain
January 13, 2026 at 9:18 PM
rewire the brain
so many dark stories
again and again
rewire the brain
images of ruined cities
burning fields
rewire the brain
where the icecaps melt
war ships sail
broken glass
around the shot up car
rewire the brain
so many dark stories
again and again
rewire the brain
images of ruined cities
burning fields
rewire the brain
where the icecaps melt
war ships sail
broken glass
around the shot up car
rewire the brain
blackbird’s song
and a hammer’s echo
soft pink twilight
twilight
the green fields of Howth
fading
betwixt
the pink sky and blue sea
a lighthouse winks
and a hammer’s echo
soft pink twilight
twilight
the green fields of Howth
fading
betwixt
the pink sky and blue sea
a lighthouse winks
January 13, 2026 at 6:24 PM
blackbird’s song
and a hammer’s echo
soft pink twilight
twilight
the green fields of Howth
fading
betwixt
the pink sky and blue sea
a lighthouse winks
and a hammer’s echo
soft pink twilight
twilight
the green fields of Howth
fading
betwixt
the pink sky and blue sea
a lighthouse winks
singing
in a tree’s skeleton
wee blackbird
amid sparkles
bright on a frozen path –
dandelions
pink twilight
a man forgets
rumours of war
shape
of dark mountains
etched in the pink sunset
homeward traffic
in the pink twilight
a first star shines
in a tree’s skeleton
wee blackbird
amid sparkles
bright on a frozen path –
dandelions
pink twilight
a man forgets
rumours of war
shape
of dark mountains
etched in the pink sunset
homeward traffic
in the pink twilight
a first star shines
January 13, 2026 at 6:23 PM
singing
in a tree’s skeleton
wee blackbird
amid sparkles
bright on a frozen path –
dandelions
pink twilight
a man forgets
rumours of war
shape
of dark mountains
etched in the pink sunset
homeward traffic
in the pink twilight
a first star shines
in a tree’s skeleton
wee blackbird
amid sparkles
bright on a frozen path –
dandelions
pink twilight
a man forgets
rumours of war
shape
of dark mountains
etched in the pink sunset
homeward traffic
in the pink twilight
a first star shines
Can't wait for this - I love Mayröcker, and Donna Stonecipher's translations are wonderful . And Seagull Books have excellent design and production standards.
fleurs by Friederike Mayröcker | Seagull Books
Forthcoming in July 2026. An uncompromising masterpiece that transforms memory and renewal into a wild world of words. Fleurs—flowers, flower petals—a title that might suggest a gentle world of bloomi...
seagullbooks.org
January 12, 2026 at 4:30 PM
Can't wait for this - I love Mayröcker, and Donna Stonecipher's translations are wonderful . And Seagull Books have excellent design and production standards.
a bitter wind blows
in Dublin tonight
I pray for American friends
in Dublin tonight
I pray for American friends
January 11, 2026 at 11:57 PM
a bitter wind blows
in Dublin tonight
I pray for American friends
in Dublin tonight
I pray for American friends
A lovely tender celebration of the New Jersey haiku poet Nick Virgilio. I urge everybody to watch it. Virgilio was the embodiment of decency, kindness - and one of the great haiku poets of all time. A great antidote to the ugliness of our time, a vision of an America that is deeply humane.
Remembering Nick Virgilio: A Documentary by Sean Dougherty
YouTube video by Nick Virgilio Writers House
www.youtube.com
January 11, 2026 at 10:22 PM
A lovely tender celebration of the New Jersey haiku poet Nick Virgilio. I urge everybody to watch it. Virgilio was the embodiment of decency, kindness - and one of the great haiku poets of all time. A great antidote to the ugliness of our time, a vision of an America that is deeply humane.
"One of the dangers of the American way is that it's America first in everything it does. There is virtually no interest in the ambitions or the feelings or the needs and sensitivities of any other nation. It's all about America first."
- David Bowie, 2002
- David Bowie, 2002
January 10, 2026 at 9:42 PM
"One of the dangers of the American way is that it's America first in everything it does. There is virtually no interest in the ambitions or the feelings or the needs and sensitivities of any other nation. It's all about America first."
- David Bowie, 2002
- David Bowie, 2002
Poem by Thomas A Clark.
January 9, 2026 at 4:21 PM
Poem by Thomas A Clark.
Reposted by Liam Carson
she was a poet
among other things
where do the poems
go when the poet
has been killed?
I picture the snow
in Minnesota
falling on a lake
and want to write
her name—
Renee—
on its cold
white page
among other things
where do the poems
go when the poet
has been killed?
I picture the snow
in Minnesota
falling on a lake
and want to write
her name—
Renee—
on its cold
white page
January 8, 2026 at 12:59 AM
she was a poet
among other things
where do the poems
go when the poet
has been killed?
I picture the snow
in Minnesota
falling on a lake
and want to write
her name—
Renee—
on its cold
white page
among other things
where do the poems
go when the poet
has been killed?
I picture the snow
in Minnesota
falling on a lake
and want to write
her name—
Renee—
on its cold
white page
Utterly beautiful. The music for Ursula K Le Guin's masterwork Always Coming Home.
'Music and Poetry of the Kesh pulls freely and weirdly and somehow unobtrusively from multiple genres—sacred, choral, poetry, avant-garde, minimalist, and downright New Age, futuristic..'
- Rebecca Bengal
'Music and Poetry of the Kesh pulls freely and weirdly and somehow unobtrusively from multiple genres—sacred, choral, poetry, avant-garde, minimalist, and downright New Age, futuristic..'
- Rebecca Bengal
Ursula K. Le Guin & Todd Barton - Music and Poetry of the Kesh
YouTube video by giovanni
www.youtube.com
January 6, 2026 at 9:55 PM
Utterly beautiful. The music for Ursula K Le Guin's masterwork Always Coming Home.
'Music and Poetry of the Kesh pulls freely and weirdly and somehow unobtrusively from multiple genres—sacred, choral, poetry, avant-garde, minimalist, and downright New Age, futuristic..'
- Rebecca Bengal
'Music and Poetry of the Kesh pulls freely and weirdly and somehow unobtrusively from multiple genres—sacred, choral, poetry, avant-garde, minimalist, and downright New Age, futuristic..'
- Rebecca Bengal
Stone found by Niamh at Dún Laoghaire Baths today.
January 6, 2026 at 9:48 PM
Stone found by Niamh at Dún Laoghaire Baths today.
Released on this day 50 years ago.
'Where do I begin...on the heels of Rimbaud moving like a dancing bullet thru the secret streets of a hot New Jersey night filled with venom and wonder...'
- Bob Dylan
'Where do I begin...on the heels of Rimbaud moving like a dancing bullet thru the secret streets of a hot New Jersey night filled with venom and wonder...'
- Bob Dylan
January 5, 2026 at 5:27 PM
Released on this day 50 years ago.
'Where do I begin...on the heels of Rimbaud moving like a dancing bullet thru the secret streets of a hot New Jersey night filled with venom and wonder...'
- Bob Dylan
'Where do I begin...on the heels of Rimbaud moving like a dancing bullet thru the secret streets of a hot New Jersey night filled with venom and wonder...'
- Bob Dylan
Christmas book token booty.
January 3, 2026 at 10:10 PM
Christmas book token booty.
Poem and image by Ian Hamilton Finlay.
January 2, 2026 at 8:37 PM
Poem and image by Ian Hamilton Finlay.
A blessing for you all on the first day of the new year. By poet Thomas A Clark.
January 1, 2026 at 1:31 PM
A blessing for you all on the first day of the new year. By poet Thomas A Clark.
Latest poetry book booty.
December 30, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Latest poetry book booty.
nightfall
fifty silent seagulls
fly across the dark sea
fifty silent seagulls
fly across the dark sea
December 30, 2025 at 7:45 PM
nightfall
fifty silent seagulls
fly across the dark sea
fifty silent seagulls
fly across the dark sea
Poem by Novica Tadić from Serbia, translated by Charles Simic.
December 30, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Poem by Novica Tadić from Serbia, translated by Charles Simic.
An invitation to The Champagne Charlie Club, sent by Ciaran when he was literature officer in the Arts Council of Northern Ireland. This one sent to my friend poet John Hughes.
December 29, 2025 at 5:59 PM
An invitation to The Champagne Charlie Club, sent by Ciaran when he was literature officer in the Arts Council of Northern Ireland. This one sent to my friend poet John Hughes.