Forest
Nightfalls. Creatures are on the move, Leaping, dancing, diving, digging, loving that’s the art of…
Browsing: Literature
Who Needs a Healing?
In the inner world, time has a way of standing still long enough so you…
BREXIT – A Poem
Once I had finished it I didn’t understand my own poem, so how could you?…
Manus’s Further Misadventures
Jesinta got back in touch with Manus through the internet. Face-book. He had stuck his…
Manus in Seomra Spraoi
Seomra Spraoi was a hub of resistance. The space was located just off the quays…
From Psalm 119
Gimel/Retribue servo tuo O do well unto thy servant Vincible world, I see blown blossom…
Double Take
In 1973, my first time here, I’d stood in wonder with my head strained back…
Stayers’ Hurdle
His eyes squint as the 6am light reflects off the plastic bags, cans and crisp…
Sic Transit Gloria
I learned to drive in a field when I was five, from the same grandfather…
Hello Julian Assange
It was sunny outside. Manus still felt something akin to minor guilt at lying in…
Two Poems
Anthony Caleshu’s forthcoming book, from which this pair of poems is taken, is titled, A Dynamic…
Twinned
Storrington Place of storks and green- clad chalk. Are the Gypsies still perched on ‘The…
Nonetheless
A cormorant dives to feed, then perches, its wings spread to dry. There are fish,…
My Fellow Americans – A Short Story
When I first moved to Dublin, I thought there were a lot of out-of-shape athletes…
Gitanjali – after Rabindranath Tagore
I am made endless for your pleasure Again and again emptied and filled A frail…