from 'all shadow sung' @ Var(2x)

 

Here: Var(2x): Michael Mc Aloran, all shadow sung

You can find the book, here

'in circling light' - Incunabula Media

 

'in circling light', a new collaborative work by DM Mitchell & Michael McAloran

Incunabula Media

Some Oneiros Books' titles from 2011 onwards...

 

A number of earlier titles by me still available via my Oneiros Books' page. There are a couple of free downloads also available...

The New Poetics - Dr. Arthur Broomfield - Incunabula Media 2025

 

New book by Dr Arthur Broomfield (gentleman and scholar)

'The New Poetics' - a short but perceptive take on the current position of the poetic scene, with a specific focus on the work of Michael McAloran.

"We may be living in a defining epoch in which continental philosophy, quantum physics, and post-Beckett fiction are not merely colliding but converging. Each field contributes to the creation of a revolutionary new poetics. Each seeks not to represent reality, but to present the ungraspable moment of presence itself. Why the need for a new poetics, why now? Across history, the birth of a new poetics has shaken the old order - Augustans to Romantics, Victorians to Modernists - each renewal driven by a lone voice or a restless movement unwilling to settle for what had calcified. The same restlessness drives this moment. "

Find it here;

https://incunabulamedia.com/poethicks

'in vibrate realm', now available from Incunabula Media

 

coil turn

the rip of seedless blood &

the ache of exposed actual turning in the rip of

endless

into of in the which non-

known

collective breakage bone severance

the out-step spit into of the once till breathless

churn of white spasm light

blinding the eyeline

the nothing extant

in the blood-turn upturned

silence

return it-of of shadow &

the dregs of speech

given to vocal the absurdly mocked in-turn

specious to claim

whereof

what matter-line/

=

bones from out of which the alone as shadow

turning in depth

accord no

& the pistol-whip of null

cutchel to kill of the rip-speech petals blood’s light cast

upon exposed shit-dream nothing

embers collide

it-known

asked as if one could till redeem till turn white silence

action(ic)

till drag of soiled light across the surface a skyline

the rip of seasonal

cold asked of as if

to shed

as one could

nothing of to the devour/

=

extinction toothen

the raw teeth of mind no

no nothing of in the breakage ambiance

sunlight

sudden as if to devour

drag taste haven recollect in the breathe of absence taste

till of in the

skull of know

ache of closure nothing extend

& the depth

the rip of white blood burning in terror’s claim

it-speak as if one could

cold light

burn of what circus climatise

extent &

the burn of sands beneath bare flesh

churn of which how goes the ache to trust

shadows as if to remark upon

closure depth

what eye/

=

stillness to breach

sickless the

love that out-chase-of-response-closure nothing haven

& the exposed blood known of in the

grit of powdered shadow

the like of which

gunsmoke powder-dust

the blood of nothing harvest of cold meat

it-lock of nothing ever of the null

of the once the

sound of zero turning its silence to the extent of nothing

more

it-spit kill kick it carvage

the obsolete meat

a null & void &

the light that forever recoils to extent it ever of the kiln’s

redeem

a piss-reek of shadow

a broken lock a measurement of desire

traced across the flesh

what/

=

'in vibrate realm' is now available from Incunabula Media

the once what being/ 2025/ Incunabula Media

 

A revised edition of the 2023 release, 'the once what being', is now available from Incunabula Media. Artwork & design by Dave Mitchell...
"...all what once of through neither of till reach of meat cascade through vital night a succumb to lock pageant haven a-dream in scarlet taste attribute of lung neither of as once till neck snap cauterize reclaim in night of lack where to taste of is to breach all skull's turning through lapse of being-in where to corpsal is to beacon of once cold heart deduced by skeletal edge of flight in a sarcophagus flourish all doors slammed shut & lights forever abandoned absent from the commence..."

https://incunabulamedia.com/michael-mcaloran

'attributes' 2025 - Incunabula Media

 

"It needs qualification to claim Michael Mc Aloran is a post-Beckett writer, which he is, no mean achievement and rare itself in an age when the narrative is being dragged, kicking and squealing, to its long overdue death. Like The Master the existential experience is a dark place for Mc Aloran, albeit, accessed through language that cuts to that which drives him with a searing contempt for representation: ‘…there is nothing else to observe / but the razorblade's chime dancing’. Like Mondrian he strives to present: ‘Colour me/I am erased/ else there will be no sky left,’ grapples with and entertains the notion of presenting what it is to be; ‘the light is an inaudible cry’. Mc Aloran sees hope in the life as it is, [unlike Beckett’s perception that existence is a transitory experience], it is ‘crying out to the dead god in us’. That god responds in Mc Aloran’s vision of an elsewhere that is rid of meaning and ethics in a cry audible to the perceptive ear, in language gifted by the gods." -- Dr Arthur Broomfield

First published 2011, the book itself is available here

'surface tension' - Michael Mc Aloran - Incunabula Media 2025

 

(Incunabula Media 2025), now available via the link, along with a number of other more recent  titles by me. The book also contains fine imagery by DM Mitchell:

'surface tension'/ Michael Mc Aloran 

'burnt oceanic' - samples - Incunabula Media 2025

 

=



turn white light of the beknown


in the meat of blood-let
carriage of


the bone residue


till carcass of the once an execution of echo’s tide
a breakage


a film of pageantry disclosed


the rip of circuit marrow of the caress is
the burn what feel


a dead/
a culture of wounds


to taste of what wind in the night-long excise


steel drawn in an incommunicable
extent


a barrage
a broken by if what/


long of to the turning of
to breach


=



of the ache of what once in astringent an extol
where blood is the
ache of death

birthed in the silence of never having been


a rip
a broken exposure tilt of fragrance


piss for blood & the
lightless


exposure eight fingers two thumbs
other than what of until


an unsung savagery
in the naught of extension


extinction in the raw riot of teeth exposed
a smear of breath


the burn
the epoch


of null pre-
destined to crack apart


=


falter lack in forage closure wound


a drift
a spectacle of light


turning in the extension
of shadowing


rupture nothing film across the eye


a dishevel
a breakage of frozen surface weight


as of in the unknown oceanic
burning an abort of


silence
never to have once of the being known


till spoken from


distance amber night
as recollect


=


traced without longing of the snap-wing tone
by the rich pageantry


of inversion


cold depth a density of extension
till tilt of lack


an abort
a senseless shard breakage beating the wholeness
of skin taunt


at the edge of redeem


nothing’s bones a worship a solace
to collect the detritus


& shape where once was syndicate
a workage


a stolen desire of the extension of silence
ripping the absence


colours set free
to bite


=


silence of the once that never if
till close of light &
oceanic burn


sliver desire weight close of nothing’s amber fade


the brittle haven of ever
nothing of in the abort of speech reclamation
given to shadow


all world windows close fingers around the dreamt skyline


all of in the density of
the meat &
the worthless vision in sharded semblance


knowing of the once before


as of till nothing’s
escapade eye till final


ripping apart the
meat of mind


=


You can get it here:

https://incunabulamedia.com/michael-mcaloran

'burnt oceanic' - Incunabula Media - 2025

 *NOW AVAILABLE* from @incunabulamedia : 

'burnt oceanic' #poetry 42pp which includes illustrations by DM Mitchell

You can get it here:

https://incunabulamedia.com/michael-mcaloran 

triptych/ Erratum Press

 

All 3 books are available to purchase or as free PDF downloads:

https://www.erratumpress.com/bone-bite-snare

https://www.erratumpress.com/retrocede

https://www.erratumpress.com/the-absurd-fade

'the non herein' - Incunabula Media - 2025

*now available* 'the non herein'. 'Evocations of absence & disembodied longing.' Originally published in 2012, now resurrected with some fine illustrations by DM Mitchell. #poetry

You can find it here:

https://incunabulamedia.com/michael-mcaloran

 

'the absurd fade' - Erratum Press - 04/ 2025

 

'lightless pageantries' - Creative Writing Department - 2025

 

12.

turns from banquet eye

till forage ice

from the commence of null & asked of in the

nothing ever

once

cold distance a bloodless avarice

the sicken of

what hours drift of days of isolate through

bereft eye sung

in stricken echo

of coil within coil dust

to the extent of meat to tear to shred

from the hilt of silence

close of amber reckless blood a

terse marrow

taste

it-bitten lock of blind azure

dereliction

simulacrum tidal

=

17.

in the rip of once recorded the burning effigy

silent orchard of razor-rip

pulse light of

the undimmed

strip till fathom taste of ocular

extension

blind what once

nothing/ what/

ever

=

18.

as of all walls wounds a surface

a terse collective

the skin of which peeling away to surface graze of light

an abort of sky-dim

nothing of the which of bones

of lack

lapse of all weight

to the skin of shadowing

as extend of which the skinned

blood to exert

through depth what chase of carrion equations

to the hilt of earth

tears

soil sodden with recollect

into which was bailed in

futile

mimicry

=

23.

till drift of seasons

of the blood’s

asking of where nothing of abounds

in strip of pale blood

the weaken of till membrane escalate

spit of season

into the gait

of all that ever once nor will

intone of it to the skull of breath

& the arbitrary unsky of toothen abject

the rustic rip of soil

the blood beneath the fingernails

of desire

=

27.

the run

the hunt of it neither of the

commence

the

belonging the

act

of burning oneself alive

turn blank shadow

lightless the

pageantries

the throat-grip

dark

=

28.

nothing unknown

bones the

curvature of weight ooze of promise faculty

dense as the

collect a turning of the blade/

recollect

skins to shed in the dead what once as onwardly to the of it in nullity exposed

recoils from what pane of

nowhere of to

be

all sudden weight of lightless

turns in bleak assemble

ever of in the

devout of cold drift neither of

the once equational

limit

till shine alight a light

a burn & fossil recollect adrift in dreamt approximate

of all what fallen

the skyline a slash-mark absence

of intent

=

'lightless pageantries', my new collection of poems, 84pp, available from  creative writing department

'bone bite snare' - (Erratum Press 2022) - Free Download

 

"In bone bite snare, the jagged necrotextures of poetics are not only anatomically exposed but let of fluids through a cosmically conscientious mechanism not dissimilar to Pollock's 'drip technique'. This raw performance of a past and predetermined doom is here recorded and thus made infinite in its recurrence." -- Elytron Frass

“this,is neonoir,a new kind of nihilism,where even the language,even if highly poetic,cannot be attested to certainty or absolutism or essentiality. everything is loose now,shifted loose by geodesic and societal schisms and shiftings. it really is the endworld,now with the appropriate acuitry sketched in a language befitted to mimic thefragments,the inconclusiveness,the w/hole.” -- Aad de Gids

"In his texts Michael Mc Aloran curates [the impossibility of representationalism anymore], the last esthetic mirrorings of these wastelands through which we wade, in bleak necessity, in machinationmechanistical catatony, our arts following sinister paths to follow the porncinema our world has become. The paradox is, and it also isn't a paradox anymore, that Mc Aloran conceives this inexplicable, indiscernable cryptolinguistic curating [holidayjob] documenting in exactitude that it is no longer possible to follow these worlds of the world like we sit on top of it but we're deeply indebted to as well as prey to its capriciocity and haunting presentism. The world over us that is, and Mc Aloran bears witness to exactly this precarious position, point, to which all end-arts and anti-estheticisms must dwell, finally, in unironic splendour of a glitzing decay." -- Chyna Blac

'bone bite snare' is  also available as a free download here