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“Passing through” and other poems by Betty Thompson
Balloons A stream of them – long and ribboning before they were inflated; breath-filled they turned into globes and cylinders: fat demi-lunes ably shaped by the long-fingered magician who, in his downtime offstage from the Hippodrome, relaxing by the fire, legs stretched across the hearth, would plunge those long hands into his pockets, to pull […]
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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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Poems from ‘My Name Is’ by Polina Cosgrave
Starship The blackest of holes, the hottest of suns, the craziest captain alive. Surrender to none, be gentle to some, stay tough as the skies collide. The milkiest way is over my head. They’re chasing me mile after mile. This starship is mine, try and catch me, I said. This marvellous starship is mine. Self-portrait […]
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‘Imprint’ by C. Murray
Amber her halls— by the periphery trees open out sky’s lungs. There are small birds below, they sing her boundaries: clay and Blue– this living thing. I touch her skin, it strikes White heart -wood blood runs white with light. She tells her tale, Silver beech, a wren– © C. Murray 2020 Read A […]
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Poems from ‘Alchemy’ by Fiona Perry
Postpartum You are as naked as a shucked oysterso, my breasts are slashed and raining pearlsfor you, my suckling child. The universehas too many doors. A terrifying flowerunfurled overnight to tell me if they tookyou away or carted you off to dielike pink tender veal. I would be preparedto stand on my own mother’s shouldersto […]
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Poems from “Venus in Pink Marble” by Gaynor Kane
Window weather The Icelanders have a word that means just that.A murky day that you know is betterenjoyed from the comfort of a window seat;soft mizzle cleansing leaves shiny and bright. When webs become crystal dreamcatchers,or perfect drops form on the telephone linesand slide slowly down like the oilon the wire of the indoor […]
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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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Celebrating the launch of ‘Gold Friend’ 2020
This film includes a sound adaption of ‘Nocturne for Voices One and Two” by Una Lee, a talk by Salma Ahmad Caller about the art for ‘Gold Friend’ and ‘A Hierarchy of Halls’, and the art that you can see on this site every time you click in. The piece is called ‘Making Den of […]
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‘Gold Friend’ (Turas Press, 2020) 💛
Gold Friend was launched on September the 8th 2020. This film includes a sound adaption of ‘Nocturne for Voices One and Two” by Una Lee, a talk by Salma Ahmad Caller about the art for ‘Gold Friend’ and ‘A Hierarchy of Halls’, and the art that you can see on this site every time […]
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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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