Manus in Seomra Spraoi
Seomra Spraoi was a hub of resistance. The space was located just off the quays…
Browsing: Literature
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
All the while the windows wait for no one While there were those who…
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…
Spirit Animals
‘I had a dream about you last night.’ Sarah, stuffing wet tuna into pitta pockets…
LA RÉSISTANCE
Missiles flashed, and it was beautiful— flares in the darkness of a fallen world where…
B Road Blues
Born by the river, out in the sticks I was born on a bend on…
At the Timber – A Short Story
George waits in the parked van. His mind is somewhere between sleep and the wood…
Westerlywind – A Short Story
Worthless. Humiliated. Deeply uncomfortable. Skin crawling. Awful. Shitty shit shitty fucking horror shit shit cock…