I am an Irish poet based in Dublin. I have published two collections of poetry with Lapwing Publications:
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“ Braille Lips in the Dark ” (Published in 2007) Price: 12 Euro

ISBN 978-1-905425-71-6

“ Fallen Eyelashes ” (Published in 2004) Price: 10 Euro

ISBN 1 898472 86 6

1. Both collections are available to buy from my publisher’s website:

http://www.freewebs.com/lapwingpoetry/
2. Sample poems from both collections can be viewed on Google Book Search
3. CHECK OUT MY OFFICIAL WEBSITE
www.adamrudden.com

Sample Poems

NINE STAGES
We will be Mercury’s cliff dwellers praying to a moonless sky,
The martyrs of Venus whose lungs dared to breathe the
unbreatheable,
Icarus being dragged down by the Earth’s magnetic pull,
the nameless children, baptised with dust from Martian
riverbeds,
the lit candle in the eye of Jupiter’s red storm,
Saturn’s Siren, luring sailors into rings of ice and debris,
A Uranian Christ, fasting for forty years in both the light and
dark side of a tilted axis.
Neptune’s heretic, burnt at the stake beneath the eight shadows
of eight moons.
Pluto’s forgotten fossilsFRAGMENTED
Uninvent me,
turn back the cogs of your mind,
flow down the mountainous consciousness,
outthink the landslide thought,
let your Alzheimers, your Judas,
kiss your cheek, disassemble your memory,
erase the breath -my fictitious being-
who inhabits your confused recollections.
Place me inside that black box your father
buried beneath the maple tree that summer evening-
a child’s imagination running wild.Floating Ice
For Anne
A statue, hardened by snow,
stares at floating ice,
melting in a river’s flow.Gift
For Sile and Timo
Language, furnished by cliché,
clutters roomful feelings
that should remain sparse and open.
Roomful vulnerability
of an unwrapped gift
whose To/From Label
is not demarcated by ink.
A self-giving
that does not tame
the ferial unknown
with ribbon and bow.
A self-giving:
whose gutted out interior
whose roomful acceptance
returns us to our architectural truth.Virga
Seated on the Luas
you foreshadow
my backtrack to you-
A soul's shuffling play list.
I am a burglar
breaking and entering your arms.
My iPod's displaced earbud
dangles by your cheek-
A conscience's inner racket
made audible.
Seated on the Luas
you commute with me
commuting towards you;
The end all endings end at.Eyelet
For Gillian
Decommissioned by sleep
I wrestle a dream’s surface tension
to near breaking point-
disarmed in her weightless arms.
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Housed in a natural tilt
like an unstoppable river
looping through a slope’s eyelet;
my laced-up touch
skims her impalpable rush.
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Her ghost-lips
meet and part
my transparency.
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