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Poem of the Week | Three Irish Mothers of the 1950s by Amy Egan
Three Irish Mothers of the 1950s By Amy Egan Sometimes I think about the moment my grandmother, married late and unexpectant, told Grandad, grower of trees but indifferent to fruit, (he’d upped, then rooted deep for love, content to…
Poem of the Week | Regalement by Aoife Finnegan
Regalement By Aoife Finnegan New plant in the sunroom, small bird floating outside the kitchen window. I was there that night- wasn’t I? Many nights (I was there), many moons ago. New mark on my face, where there wasn’t one…
Poetry Review | Keep on Spinning by Jen Hughes
Exploring the Cosmos Keep on Spinning is the debut chapbook from Scottish writer and poet Jen Hughes. Hughes studies at the University of Glasgow where a course entitled 'Exploring the Cosmos' provided inspiration. Hughes utilises knowledge…
Poem of the Week | Recipe by Steve Cullen
Recipe By Steve Cullen Break 4 metaphors into a green enamelware bowl and mix vigorously with the tarnished fork that lies with the spoons in the cutlery drawer. Add symbolism, and the zest of a childhood memory. Drop a knob of irony…
Poem of the Week | Fool’s Paradise by Jorge Leiva
Fool’s Paradise By Jorge Leiva Bring me back to the dry land, the olea trees and the heat, white grapes under feet, men with skins getting tanned. Bring me back to the dim light, bodegas where wine matures. No better sight.…
Poem of the Week | Some Morning by Mary Lee
Some Morning when you wake take time to be intentional. In a leap of faith, you sow seedlings or whisper wisdom, you’ll never know its ending. While you prepare a mug of coffee, or plan a conference, choose to spread…
Poem of the Week | Cork City 1994 by Denis Mockler
Cork City 1994 By Denis Mockler He gushed I love you I thought You don’t even know me, but keep doing what you’re doing. Please don’t stop now. Afterwards we sat by the window of his bedroom, drinking coffee and smoking…
Poem of the Week | A Tree’s First Frost by David O’Sullivan
A Tree's First Frost By David O'Sullivan I feel for you this cold morning your old die, all around, sadness. Then with both hands I hold, comfort your extremities. Painful to my hands trying to warm, no thaw the…
Poem of the Week | Bath with bump by Irene Halpin Long
Bath With Bump By Irene Halpin Long I lie in the water. Is mise an Blascaod Mór and you are a pebble deep within my belly. My hair is a sea anemone, fanned and filtered, waving at the ceiling’s fluorescent sun. I try to…
Poem of the Week | In limbo by Angela Washington
In limbo by Angela Washington Curled up in bed a tiny shrunken foetal figure white hair on white pillow her body scarcely there swamped by white covers still as death in limbo stuck in a no man’s land hovering on a threshold…