Tiaras. Tar. Ta-ta.
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedcannons fire in the royal parks — approaching autumn I watched the funeral with the...
Cyberpunk: Edgerunners and Other Peoples’ Dreams
You don’t have to add anything in order to be happy; you’ve got to drop something. Life is easy, life is delightful. It’s only hard on your illusions, your...
two hopeful poems
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedpeople i love how they for get where they are for a mo ment or how they quickly an...
I made a film
It might not be that obvious but I’ve been shifting my methods of creating and sharing these days. I have become more of a private person in my middle years...
the tap
A poem written in the Killer Zen style of Todd Moore
Molluscophobia (a haibun)
My youngest is terrified of snails and slugs so if we walk to school on a rainy morning I often have to scout ahead. I always venture the same arguments —...
Rain: Live Blog
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe real story, of course, is the rain. Its shift from catharsis to ordeal. The lawns...
Rusty Niall Podcast #1
Hello, this is episode number 1 of a monthly podcast series where I read out and talk about my personal highlights from the posts and poems from the previous...
Holiday Blues (or The Death of Melancholy)
On the first morning that I dropped my youngest off at nursery, I returned to the silence of an empty living room and sobbed uncontrollably. I still don’t...
Notes from an English Seaside Break
Class treachery, sewage, Mulhern.
The Angel’s Nose
I Two stories about Michelangelo. In the first he’s chipping away at a lump of rock. A child asks him what he’s doing and he replies, “Releasing an angel.”...
On quitting Twitter to write my opinions in a weighty, leather tome.
A silly story, not a blog
on replacing the angel and devil on my shoulders with a gargoyle and butterfly
No matter how often you find yourself feeling at one with the fabric of the cosmos, you’ll still end up nuts-deep in a dichotomy a few hours later. So I...
Ruskin Park Monoku
It’s a well worn opinion that writing poetry is not always good for your mental wellbeing. That may be the case but writing haiku has always been a boon to...
No, you are not an inconsequential blip within the vast fabric of the cosmos
You have no doubt already seen the first high-res shots of the universe taken by the the James Webb Space Telescope. The universe is so incomprehensively...
THE REAL MAN SELF-IMPROVEMENT PLAN
A silly advert for a male empowerment course inspired this poem
Talky blog - Should The Matrix Resurrections Exist?
A transcript of some out-loud musing on the new Matrix. Spoilers ahoy.
My favourite podcast of 2021 - You Don’t Know
In terms of work that functioned as a product of and antidote to the pandemic, one of my favourite projects of 2021 was the podcast, You Don’t Know, from...
Auld Lang Something
A poem about being old and boring on New Year’s Eve
The Aesthetics of Resentment
A poem