Poem of the Week

After All by Hiram Larew For some reason you think in a different way as soon as you go outside. It doesn’t make any difference if you’re in the city or far up in the hills. It doesn’t matter if there is time or not or if it’s spring…

Mapping a New Reality By Siobhan MacMahon When all the old paths have been concreted over, the way forgotten, when words shape-shift beneath your feet, spelling another reality, when you don’t know what to pray for…

Let us go then, you and I By Bernadette Gallagher to look at a spider’s web in the fog of a spring morning to see a cat’s tail shoot up as you approach to see the sun lift the mist from the valley to hear a letter drop through the…

I think you an Ira By Eyiamoni Apeji Today, I think you an Ira, with curly hair and giant palms I think you tall and funny and full of warmth I think you happier than most with purpose without ghosts…

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Two Lines Meet By Sageanne Senneff triangular patterns form on your hands kaleidoscoping under the light from the window another tock sounds from the wall draped in dust sun breaks through the glass harmonising with the…

A Breaststroke Through Amber  by David Morris The clock won't keep its hands behind glass. Alarms in rank ready to run the meter. Water summons sleep; has it scatter on tile. The duvet a ghost blanket. The city dozing after  a…

Maw by Sadhbh Goodwin Pull out the tooth, Excalibur from the gum, feel the wriggle and rattle and eventual give since of course! You are the Chosen One, the Arthur of your own insignificant epoch. Nurture this milky relic for it is…

A Plant’s Roots by Jessica Militante It gives me hope That a plant’s roots hear the rush of water  In nearby pipes They grow towards it Pushing through dirt compacted with doubt Skirting past rocks placed to deter Until…

Girl Frost by Jade Riordan Imagine an autumn view: I sit near the gauzy, sun- chilled curtains, exhaling clouds past the thin fabric. Miniature nimbostrati cling  to the blinds’ slats and afternoon- condense on the window. I…