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Maurice Spillane was born in Dublin. He has worked in Ireland, England, Zambia and the United States.

In 1980 he started his first company, RTS, an early innovator in the international software scene. The story is recorded in John Sterne’s book “Adventures in Code” which is a history of the Irish software industry. RTS was a model of the good and the difficult in growth companies. Maurice featured on TV, Radio and magazines regularly and won several business awards including the American Express Marketing award.

RTS was sold in 1986 to an American company and he worked for them for three years before founding the next of several entrepreneurial enterprises.

Maurice lives in Liddington in Wiltshire with his wife, Fiona.


Manoeuvres on November 11

Now in four-wheel drive
in the slow shunt
up the already rutted lines
to the chalk brow
the Nissan
aches and grunts in low gear.

It has to be slow
or the beaters won’t be happy
slapped around back there
like eggs in a biscuit tin,
cursing the driver
in their Wiltshire accents.

We drop two flankers,
then the main beaters
spread out
like a Sun Tzu pincer,
ready to move left or right
to keep the bull-head steady.

I drive the empty truck
behind the lines,
follow some partridge in the ruts
as they run
short flights into safety
like armless raptors.

Over the radio
the static carries messages of
easy now and flags up
as a covey breaks.
I grab a flag, step out and
disturb a mouse gnawing a corn husk.

We eye each other on Memorial Day
while ahead the crack of flags,
the stomping of boots through wet crops,
the uniformity
in the movement
of men, of women, of rasping dogs.

From The Game Parade 2016

She is Left-Handed

She is left-handed –
Think about that.
Think about cutting bread with a very sharp knife,
Or turning a page, or counting notes,
Or tying a lace, or dishing out mash,
Or brushing her teeth, or massaging your throat,
From the left-hand side.

She is left-handed –
Each statement a tripwire
Of half-breath deliberations,
Of unfinished sentences,
And then the distant gaze
And the deviation down some ferreting hole,
Holding everyone’s attention,
But not through conversation,
Oh no, it’s a heartfelt wish that she’ll come back.
And everyone’s too polite to ask
If left-handed people are all like that.

She is left-handed –
When we met she slept on the left,
Announced some ownership rights,
Some distorted set of back to front,
But a moment of surrender
Sent her over the edge,
And now she sleeps on the right side of the bed,
Where women usually sleep –
Especially when they are with men.

She is left-handed –
Which requires tolerance from me
When she rattles my ordered world.
Now I buy fish and chips for two,
And the wine is gone about half way through,
But it’s touching glasses left to left
That really messes up my head.

And she says she loves me,
Like she means it,
Like it might be true,
Like a left-handed person might say it,
Who hasn’t quite worked out
How wonderful it is to be
With someone disturbingly wonderful.
That’s she.

From Love and Other Distractions 2004


It’s too late to get up early,
So I’ll lie awhile,
Foetal in this English bed,
And assume the position
Of my daughter’s child
Tucked in an Irish womb.

I can’t quite get used to grandfather
Or, God forbid, show preference to its sex –
There’s that awkward word again.
And why should it be awkward
This begetter of a life?
My child is carrying a child.

I lie back on my hands and compute the years.
This child could see the next century,
Might even read these words at the century’s turning,
Might even chuckle with grandchildren
About the black-sheep grandfather,
Might even fondly recall the dead.

It doesn’t seem so bad that this coming
Will be an advent of our going.
This is also my milestone
My joy beneath this Egyptian cotton sheet
That I have a child who’ll have a child,
A continuance beyond our brief.

from Among Friends 2007


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On 23 October 2018
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On 23 October 2018
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On 10 August 2018
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On 12 July 2018
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On 11 July 2018
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On 12 June 2018
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On 12 May 2018
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On 12 April 2018
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On 1 April 2018
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On 12 March 2018
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On 1 March 2018
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On 12 February 2018
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On 1 February 2018
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On 1 January 2018
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On 1 December 2017
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I spent the last weeks above the Arctic Circle in Greenland. The attraction was the Polar Marathon followed next day by a Half-Marathon with only 135 runners....
On 10 November 2017
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  Running It took place in the Arctic Circle, north of Kangerlussac in Greenland. The Great Bear Challenge was to run the Marathon on Saturday and the...
On 1 November 2017
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Four days of the Poetry Swindon Festival would test any resource. It was a huge success but it’s the stream of dramas that go on in the...
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On 1 September 2017
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On 1 August 2017
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On 8 June 2017
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On 12 May 2017
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On 8 May 2017
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On 5 April 2017
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On 9 February 2017
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On 9 January 2017
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On 8 January 2017
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On 8 December 2016
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I am preparing for an annual poetry reading in Liddington. This year I have four young people as side-kicks. They chose poems that suit their personalities and...
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