Dom Conlon, poet & author

Author: Dom

  • The First Cosmonaut – Yuri Night Poetry

    Travel through life as though life is the cosmos as though you are the first person to fly into its void as though your outstretched arms are powered by the sun as though your body is the mathematics of freedom as though your fingers speak the only language there is as though your eyes are…

  • how stars die

    she sits 
on the bench feeding the birds late into the evening with two coats a scarf 
and a hat to keep her warm as her shoulders 
sag and her bright eye dims because this is how stars die as her children’s children’s children shiver and look and think how did we not notice for…

  • Yummy You

    I couldn’t get enough of you, and I thought you were incredible, but when I bit upon your leg I found you quite inedible. —

  • The Size of Everything

    How big is the universe? Will it fit in a box? Shall I buy one for Christmas? Or do you prefer socks? — [link_popup id=’1536′ link_text=’Please sign up to the newsletter and get some exclusive first looks and news’ name=’Sign Up’] You can follow Dom on Twitter or Facebook. Illustration courtesy and copyright of Jools…

  • The Wrong Side of the Bed

    A Badtime Story Bedtime took longer than usual that night. Several chains had to be replaced and some of the inhabitants of the third floor had been wrongly forgiven. As a consequence, when all was done and dusted, Jacob and Jacob were quite tired out. “Chapter seven tonight, please,” said Jacob. “Seven?” Nurse Mariam exclaimed.…

  • Shall I Tuck You In?

    A Badtime Story The twins had never seen Nurse Mariam smile and so, when they saw that unfamiliar gash appear like a crescent moon torn from the sky of her face, they held their breaths. ‘Are you not asking for a story tonight?’ she said. The twins stared at her, their bodies limp on the…

  • Poor Elephant

    They closed the door On the pachyderm When he became Irrelephant. —

  • Moon Sail

    There’s a star white sail on the ocean sky — dawn-blown and sleep-silent it ripples the swallows and starlings to gather gold from ghostly galleons whilst the sun still marks the way. So cast your day wide and fish in the moon beams of dreams. —

  • Royal Babies

    The two youngest monarchs of England and Scotland were Henry VI and Mary. Henry ruled England from 1422 to 1453. He was 8 months old when he became King. Mary ruled Scotland from 14 December 1542 to 24 July 1567. She was six days old when she became Queen. The country’s safe, so do not…

  • You’ll Burst, Again

    A Badtime Story The water tasted like the tears of a corpse if a corpse could cry. If that corpse had not, as everyone knew usually happened, gone beyond feeling sad into accepting its dusty fate. “More,” said Jacob. “You can’t have any more,” said Balthazar the babysitter. “You’ll burst, again.” “More,” said Jacob. Nurse…