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Mark Granier
@markgranier.bsky.social
Writer and photographer. Fifth poetry collection, Ghostlight: New & Selected Poems, published by Salmon in 2017.

Sixth collection forthcoming from Salmon Poetry in April 2025.
Always good to get back to my birth city , with its dazzling variety of lives, each one bang at the astronomical centre of their own universe.
November 30, 2025 at 4:26 PM
September 2, 2025 at 2:05 PM
Bray, July 2018
September 1, 2025 at 10:38 PM
August
August 6, 2025 at 12:37 AM
Spilt blood, Dun Laoghaire pier.
June 30, 2025 at 11:39 AM
Quite liking the tousled disorderliness of our bathroom window.
June 21, 2025 at 2:05 PM
June 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM
Tiresias, doomed to discover
that a woman can have a whole other
dimension of pleasure
that no man could measure,
attempted, in vain, to recover.
May 22, 2025 at 5:34 PM
Christopher Reid · Poem: ‘Your Biographer’
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May 19, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Reposted by Mark Granier
Come on people! We need you xx
Call to Action New York: Saturday, April 19th | 12 PM @ West Capitol Park, Albany, NY. #3E #fiftyfiftyone
April 19, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Niall MacMonagle will be launching my sixth collection, Everything You Always Wanted To Know, in Books Upstairs on Sunday April 13 at 2pm.

If you’re free, do consider dropping in.

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POETRY LAUNCH: Mark Granier | Books Upstairs
Join us at 2pm on Sunday 13th April to celebrate the launch of  Mark Granier’s new poetry collection, Everything You Always Wanted To Know, from Salmon Poetry. Niall MacMonagle will be launching the c...
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March 31, 2025 at 2:47 PM
If kitty cats liked roastbeef bones,
And doggies sipped up milk;
If elephants walked round the town
All dressed in purest silk;
If robins went out coasting,
They slid down crying whee,
If all this happened to be true,
Then where would people be?

Poem by Louise Gluck at 5 years old
January 5, 2025 at 12:02 AM
PORTRAIT OF THE MAN
WHO FLOGGED THE BIBLE

When he lies, he speaks
his native language
for he is a liar
and the father of lies.

(John 8: 44)
December 4, 2024 at 12:47 PM
Exhausted flute, Bray, Co Wicklow
December 4, 2024 at 10:48 AM
Accidental homage to Miro
November 22, 2024 at 10:41 PM
November 21, 2024 at 6:31 PM
Hey, finally managed to reactivate my account!

I still have a Twitter account, but I intend to gradually migrate to the saner country.

Hello every/anyone.
November 21, 2024 at 6:20 PM
ENTROPY

Heat death of the universe, don’t worry,
I’m already there, ahead of you.
I’ll turn out the light.
January 21, 2024 at 8:44 PM
LIGHTBOX
(Newgrange)

Everyone should have one
dark hub for the dull day’s orbit:

stoneshouldered wings
where you bury the bones

of belief, and the redfaced sun,
to gain entrance, turns

a skeleton key.
December 23, 2023 at 11:39 PM