My new book, Pigeon Songs, is coming out at the end of this month, and so I crept from under the rock of apathy to stick it up here! Much thanks to Jacob Riglin for the photo. 


I'll be launching it through the UK and Ireland over the next few months - I'll try to keep my events page up to date. I'll also stick up some poems for you to look at, and in case you want a copy, there's a button below in painfully light blue that you can click on. Here's a bit of the blurb at the back.


“Pigeon Songs is a remarkable collection from a poet whose work is at once formally controlled and imaginatively unruly. A charged verbal and rhythmical energy synthesises classical and popular cultures, myth and scientific knowledge, the personal, vernacular and historical in skilfully compacted forms ... Perception ricochets from the intimacy of touch to galactic space and back again in the blink of an eye. There is a distinctive sensibility here – a steady eye, a honed technique, a dark hilarity, a sense of scale – but also an unmistakable registration of value and valour in our human experience.”

– Graham Mort


Prefer short stories? Have a read of this then, so. Featuring Heidegger, boobs and loosely veiled autobiography.

Here's a bit about my first collection. 


Eoghan Walls was born in Derry, Northern Ireland.  He won an Eric Gregory Award in 2006, an Irish Art's Council Bursary in 2009. His work has been published broadly in anthologies and journals; this is his first full length collection of poetry.  It was shortlisted for the Short Award for Best First Collection in 2012.


The old world is finished, The Salt Harvest tells us, and I am terrified. From Derry to Drogheda to Eastern Europe and beyond, an aluminium angel with a frogsoul  contemplates the meat and animals of a dry world darkening, probes starmatter in vain for limbo, titillates with leftover words like pray or sacrament in a negative baptism where nothing is funny as it used to be. A griefdappled dirgebook lifted alive by love from the water.

                                     Medbh McGuickian




What the reviewers said about The Salt Harvest, my first collection...


…Walls wields a voice which strikes out on its own and, like all the best poetic voices, seems almost entirely to lack antecedents … here, “praise be”, is a voice bringing something really new ...

The Edinburgh Review

… what separates The Salt Harvest from many first collections is a willingness to look for the poetic in pretty much anything, an almost aureate diction, and a darkly exuberant style …
The Guardian

The poems in this collection are like footprints in the sand that seem to form then disappear behind, their clarity almost ghostly.  They’re made more sinister by Walls’ formal adeptness ...
Magma

...the poems are unified through explorations of meeting-points between the physical human form and, well, everything else, creating some highly sensual effects
The North