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Continuing my deluge of poems in advance for the launch of Hedge Songs next week , here is another piece written for last week's "Wonderful Wander." It was great that my mate and fellow poet  Jim Deeds  was able to be back wandering with us this year, though we retained the services of Dr. Mylie Brennan to keep our facts straight and the average age down! As the three of us talked over the route in advance it was again interesting to note the different and similar perspectives of our city between Jim and me, him being brought up in the west as a Catholic and me an east Belfast Prod. Both our households got our "lemonade" from the "Maine Man" (see yesterday's poem), but as we talked about the Ormeau Road where we would come out of the Gasworks, he reminded me that in various parts of the city, including at this junction, in the "bad old days" the side of the road you walked on led to a presumption of whether you were a catholic of a protes...

As I continue preparations for the launch of my new collection of poetry, here is another piece that won't be in it, but perhaps might find its way into a future one. It's somewhat more light-hearted than the past few that I have posted and was written specifically for the annual Wonderful Wander that forms part of the 4 Corners Festival. This  year, following this year's theme of "Journey" we took our crowd of "Wanderers" from the old Central Station (now renamed Lanyon Place) to the huge new Belfast Grand Central Station, via the Lagan towpath and Gasworks. As we turned off the towpath into the Gasworks we paused at the sculpture known as "The Bolt". It is actually a huge representation of an early screwtop, designed to celebrate the huge mineral water industry that used to exist in Belfast, linked to the massive Belfast whiskey industry – at one time producing more whiskey than anywhere else in the world, until American Prohibition killed it...

Following on from my comments yesterday I wrote the poem below  Many of you know my long fascination with Simon Peter (perhaps second only to Jonah), and many years ago I wote a short series of reflections on him supposedly through the eyes of Andrew. But in recent years I have developed a sympathy for Simon's frequently overlooked brother. Then, on my recent visit to Rome our group had a fascinating time with Fr. Martin Browne OSB from the Dicastery for Promoting Christian Unity who introduced us to this icon, usually referred to as "The Holy Apostle Brothers." It was given to Pope Paul VI by Patriarch Athenagoras of Constantinople in 1964 as a symbol of the fraternal relationship between the Orthodox and Catholic Churches, with Andrew holding a special place in the eastern church as he was supposedly martyred in Greece, as Simon Peter was in Rome. In John's Gospel Jesus told his followers that they would be identified by their love for one another. In an...

I started to write this a few weeks ago, the evening after I had the amazing privilege to be "in the room" with Pope Leo XIV. This was the first of 2 such happenings in that week, something that many Catholics would love to experience just once in a lifetime, and there I was, the son of an Orangeman. It wasn't a private audience. I've never been in a larger crowd in a venue that hasn't involved a ball game or a rock band (the Brazilian youth string ensemble playing "The girl from Ipanema" as a warm up act didn't count). But our small group were lined up on the steps at the front of the auditorium to be introduced to him and get our "souvenir photo."  But before he came to meet us there were two other categories of people. Those placed in a queue to meet him personally in groups no bigger than 4-5. I have no idea of the criteria for being in this first group, although some were clearly dignatories of one kind or another. The next...

My second collection of poetry "Hedge Songs" has just been published, and you can come along to the launch event at Grosvenor House, Belfast, on Friday 27th  February at 7.30pm,  with tickets available through Eventbrite at  https://tinyurl.com/hedgesongs   I'll be posting more details about the event and the book in the run up to it. But in thinking about it, my brain is clearly back in "poetry-mode" as I have been writing a lot of new stuff recently, which I will post here in the coming days interspersed with some of the material from the new book. First up is this short piece written in the wake of the controversy about Bad Bunny's Superbowl half time show (full disclosure, I watched neither the match nor the show), and tax dodging patriot Sir Jim Radcliffe's views on immigration. They’re speaking a different language That I don’t understand. It makes me want to drive them From this once great land. They could be planning anything... Perha...

A brand new piece inspired by John 3: 16, John 1: 16 and Philippians 2: 6 written specifically for last night's superb event at the 4 Corners Festival, with Bishop Rose Hudson-Wilkin (pictured with planning team member Iona Holt) speaking powerfully about "The Journey So Far" in St. Brigid's Catholic Parish Church on St. Brigid's Day. For God so loved the world that he gave... For God so loved this city that he gave... For God so loved you, and even me, that he gave... And he gave, and he gave, and he gave, And he gives and he gives, and he gives, Grace piled upon grace already given. For we so lusted after everything that we grasped... We so lusted after forbidden fruit that we grasped... So lusted after wealth and power that we grasped... So lusted after our neighbour’s land that we grasped... So lusted after our neighbour’s ass and wife that we grasped and groped, Gracelessly grasping from the beginning. But God still loved the world so much that he gave... Go...