Siobhan Cawson Mooney

Poetry ⸱ Siobhan Cawson Mooney

When They Are Gone

When They Are Gone The apprentice to the sorcerer is grasping tiny mementos muttering incantations by caravan light over wisps of hair and fragments of bone lying among ashes in the cold grate blackbirds are singing everywhere in Kiffisia rushing into the garden she finds memory in dust conjuring the

5 Sep 2026

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Poetry ⸱ Siobhan Cawson Mooney

The Octopus

Shape-shifter silent invertebrate hunter time-traveller on a restless tide weightless in an impermanent pool Siobhan Cawson-Mooney is our current Poet-in-Residence. Every now and then we find a voice that sings to us. Those voices that show us something new - voices from out there that somehow

30 Aug 2026

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Poetry ⸱ Siobhan Cawson Mooney

One Hand is Plenty

One hand is plenty to hold your crumpled spirit to soothe your troubled brow to embrace the one you love completely. One hand is all you need to greet and bid farewell to let the world know this time you’re waving not drowning Siobhan Cawson-Mooney is our current

22 Aug 2026

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Poetry ⸱ Siobhan Cawson Mooney

The Totem

The Totem We travelled many miles you and I rolled up in the stiff cloth of London’s arthritic winter tumbling into the late-Saharan harmattan sun-shrouded-Accra at dawn. We saw fruit bats coming home to roost stomach’s bulging all drunken chatter You liberated from beneath that

12 Aug 2026

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