Got these in the past week. About to take a deep dive into the American South gothic blues vibe of Frank Stanford, called the 'swamp rat Rimbaud' by Lorenzo Thomas.

“But are there not many fascists in your country?" "There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes.” ― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

BREAKING NEWS: I have conclusive evidence that autism is caused by RFK Jr's farts. My panel of expert outsider scientists have correlated all the evidence, it is undeniable.

autumn wind drizzling rain blurs a haiku’s words

Current state of bedside books.

Haiku found in Distance of the Wolf by Antón Lopo. tree’s roots sunk deep in dark soil Galician poem at night he follows paths made by cows poet in a dream tall tales by the blazing fire outside wolves howl poet’s dark dream the baying of wolves at his lover’s door

Poem by Uxío Novoneyra. Translated by Erin Moure.

Happy birthday to the good Doctor, William Carlos Williams, born on this day in 1883. '...poetry is language charged with emotion...A poem is a complete little universe. It exists separately. Any poem that has any worth expresses the whole life of the poet. It gives a view of what the poet is.'

Poem by Giuseppe Ungaretti, translated by Patrick Reagh.

Dublin train hurtles past pine forests their darkness deepens blood red marks on the backs of sheep a field in Athenry beam of sunlight amidst the dark pines dragonflies glitter just beyond a bright green field a bog’s deep darkness crow’s shadow on a sunlit water-tower the train races on

two girls hug their crying friend Galway after rain two women lost with a man’s directions Galway after rain

on a man’s head a little moth alights Galway after rain wings folded a pigeon plummets into its own shadow Galway after rain on a busker’s guitar a glint of sunlight spiral dance in the blue sky’s ozone midges after rain

scent of grass crackles in the air graveyard after rain rain sparkles on blue birthday balloons old man’s grave autumn drizzle a white butterfly flits from grave to grave spinning in the breeze a child’s windmill on a grave

Poem by Giuseppe Ungaretti. Translation by Patrick Reagh.

Poem by Giuseppe Ungaretti. Translation by Patrick Reagh.

There's a lovely review of my haiku collection Belfast Twilight at this link.

7yo just handed me an English 50p coin and said “It’s thought that this is what Elizabeth the second looked like.”

Dear friends, hope you can join myself and musical wizard Seán Mac Erlaine on Sunday 9 November in the Irish Museum of Modern Art. See information and link to book tickets below.

New review time, heavy on the Irish #haiku ellipticalmovements.wordpress.com/2025/09/09/t... @liamcarson.bsky.social

Wonderful haibun by Clare McCotter.

a starling's beak kissing its shadow funeral cortege

Wonderful poem by Fran Lock. Lovely to discover this today, a beautiful interaction with the work of Jackie Leven. Just one of many powerful poems from the mesmerising collection Hyena.

Extraordinary ekphrastic poem by Fran Lock.

Bookshelf clutter.

Poetry piles.

The bedside books today.

Derry O'Sullivan imithe ar shlí na fírinne. File go smior agus ardfear. Is mór an chailliúnt é.

Message from Books Upstairs in Dublin.

Photo of Muggins in Kenny's Bookshop, Galway, when call mother a lonely field came out, back in 2010. Taken by Dean Kelly.

Poetry book booty from Kenny's Bookshop in Galway today.

lanúin ar lorg an tobar beannaithe caillte sa cheo

cré na cille faoi scáth na gcrann titeann duilleoga

gort i gConamara fothrach tí nár tógadh

In Charlie Byrne's Bookshop, Galway.

Le mo chara Pádraic Ó Conaire, cathair na Gaillimhe inniu.

i measc na mbláth i reilig na Trá Báine - dordán na mbeach

Conamara twilight in a dark field a bonfire blazes Conamara twilight in a roadside caravan a television flickers Conamara twilight telegraph wires stretching into darkness twilight the gray stones of Conamara fill with darkness

Poem by Fran Lock, gorgeous tribute to John Clare.

Some recent gems in Irish and English from my bookshelf! 📚✍️✨ @liamcarson.bsky.social @munsterlitcentre.bsky.social @daraghfleming.bsky.social @scratchbooks.bsky.social @eabhloid.bsky.social @carcanet.bsky.social

Poem by Jen Hadfield.

By Masaoka Shiki, translated by Abby Ryder-Huth.

By Masaoka Shiki. Translation by Abby Ryder-Huth.

Poem by our daughter Eithne, published in Southword magazine.

On a paddy bund in Kerala walks Chiyo-ni alone in a haze of dragonflies.

opening a book on the bright white page a dead fly

With Louisa of Raven Books in Blackrock, who is very supportive of Belfast Twilight.

Review of Belfast Twilight by Gabriel Rosenstock

Just a reminder that Belfast Twilight is being launched this Thursday night in Teachers Club, Dublin. All welcome.

Haiku by Marian Olson.

Signing copies of Belfast Twilight in The Gutter Bookshop in Dalkey, who are fantastic in their support. So if you live in the vicinity, you know what to do.