Category: Small Books
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“Time” by Fidel Hogan Walsh and Julie Corcoran
2020, Memories Blinded in a winter’s dread no prophet foresaw. Spring’s new life erupted into a chaos of fear. Desolation replaced the warmth of a hug. Children banished from our everyday lives! Ahh, the blessings — a swift journey home to the unexpected happiness under one roof. Chatter, laughter — a family enduring dark days […]
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A Celebration of Poetry for International Women’s Day 2020
Papyrus Fragment It darts, bares a blaze of underwing to plain sight; this endless fragile need to make a mark, to come to light Papyrus Fragment is © Annette Skade ‘Secrets of a cartographer’s wife’ by Katrina Dybzynska The cartographer’s wife never told him about her contributions to his maps. A few tiny islands […]
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“Since She Did That” and other poems by E.D. Hickey
Home I rub, and RUB my eyes; Ferocious; Don’t, Don’t, sweetheart. Then the plane tips toward the cool thick Irish sea So that I can face it Gaze into it From my seat. Home! Clouds bubble over the razor wings The light jumps into my tired gaze. Home! Steel There must be steel in […]
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The North, Issue 61 (January 2019)
Now I am a Tower of Darkness As a child I knew How, beyond the lamp’s circuit, Lay the shadow of the shadow Of this darkness, Waiting with an arctic kiss In the well of the staircase, Ready to drape the bed with visions No eyelids can vanquish. Now I am a Tower […]
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“A Guide to Feel-Good Doom” and other poems by Lisa Ardill
Dimples I am the wind that sighs at night through your bedroom window making your lovely hairs take flight. They rest against your cheek like affectionate little arms, and cling to your freckled flesh, its rosy flush their one dimpled source of life. Those could be my arms, holding fast to that imperfect reservoir into […]
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‘If I were spring,’ and other poems by Mihaela Dragan
Quinces. Quinces seem to come from fairy tales. People even think of them as aliens, neither round nor oval neither glossy nor trivial not too dry and not too mellow but Lord, how they are handsome! They bring the Sun into a home dusty and drowsy, as if it had slept quietly among them! […]
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‘burnt offerings’ and other poems by Anne Casey
burnt offerings swilling cinders of eucalypt forests burning up and down the coast tinged with hints of fear singed possum hairs lifting into clear blue air an earthquake in Italy shakes me awake a mother crying somewhere volcanic embers cycling into smoke of broken promises women’s choices smouldering charred remains of exiles’ lives democracy doused […]
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Making ‘Den of Sibyl Wren’ by Salma Ahmad Caller
Notes on Salma Ahmad Caller’s process for the making of ‘Den of Sibyl Wren’. The Den of Sibyl Wren is my response to Chris Murray’s A Hierarchy of Halls published by Smithereens Press It is my response to words Chris wrote about how she feels about this poem, and what she sees in her […]
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