Category: 25 Pins in a packet women creators
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Gold Friend by Chris Murray: the title is often the last piece of the jigsaw (Irish Times)
This is an excerpt from a reflection on Gold Friend published online in the Irish Times (16/09/2020). Thanks very much to Martin Doyle who offered me the space to write about the book and about Poethead. …The convergence of influence and imagery that is inherent in Gold Friend began at Drimnagh Castle and works from […]
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“Womanhood” and other poems by Amara George Parker
womanhood womanhood did not sneak up on me when my thighs were stained with first blood that arrived so unexpected so connecting it didn’t happen when hormones sprouted lumps and bumps that others stared at and touched it was not given to me nor did I grab it in the first instance of fucking or […]
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“River” a series by Sarah Lenihan
River (I) I wish I could lay in a river glazed with gold – my heart sinking into yours amidst this pleasure. I would watch you fall beneath my feet as we would lay upon the riches we’ve won. It is a deadly notion to dream this dream of mine– The current brings us on […]
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“In Rivers” and other poems by Alison McCrossan
Sunray Here you cast your dazzling eye through clouds ruptured on surging waters, where in winds on a mission across skies born of voids words were loaded: let me out; crowns of heaving leaves spilled trees, turned them upside down, a splay of tangled guts, and spat out the despair of the years in a […]
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‘The New Natalism’ and other poems by Claire Kieffer
The New Natalism Mother is in bits but only literally she doesn’t find it funny at all this new slug covered in shreds of skin his or her own, she doesn’t know. She doesn’t want to think about which of those are hers about the things she ripped out that took on a life of […]
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“Safer Distances” and other poems by Jennifer Horgan
If you were able you’d go upstairs with me. Dream your hips poised mum jug-like dipped towards the sun. In some afternoon’s shuttered light we’re choosing fabrics to be hung. Your style, your certainty, tugs the rope of a French church bell. You’re young again, words held on winding steps in France. In this dream […]
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“Trees Walking” and other poems by Joan Mazza
Blue Moon So bright tonight, woods glow, as if some rare magic is near, orchestra building to a swell, crescendo followed by abrupt silence, pierced by an animal’s anguished squeal, sound that sends my heart thumping though my dog doesn’t bark. Imagination with a dash of desperation for a happening, some quickening. Stultifying summer heat, […]
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“Shock Absorber” and other poems by Anne Donnellan
Snare I am tired of you being you tired of the slit-eye side scan tired of the frivolous flip of your bone, tired of your toy dog dead head bob. If I dare to step on your shadow you gobble my frame with vacant glare torch my aura with ethanol as I utter a word […]
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‘The Writing Desk’ and other poems by Sinéad McClure
Subsidence I’m of the age now That’s how my GP put it as he half muttered something about female hormones leaving my body I imagined them packing their bags happily, looking forward to exploring better terrain, cooler plains. They don’t leave quietly there is a deep boom sounding in me loud enough to raise heckles […]
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“I Have to Believe that the Body Aspires to a Soul” and other poems by Ann Pedone
I Have to Believe that the Body Aspires to a Soul I tell you/there was something about that woman/her face/undiluted/ lips open/as if she were waiting/for the sky to come/down on her. There was something about it that/I needed to know/something that/I wanted to remember/something/it was the light/that mattered/this woman/gathered/the light/ held it in-side […]