Poetry: Michaela Brady
Uaigneas (Dán do m’athair) Crows befriend the bread-handed boy, Squawk and battle for a bite.…
Uaigneas (Dán do m’athair) Crows befriend the bread-handed boy, Squawk and battle for a bite.…
Last Breath of Leaves Cup a pear, hear it abscise, number the days until ripe;…
The Candidate Explains after Charlotte Nichols MP I didn’t know the meaning of “incursion” or…
I hadn’t heard from you since Wednesday, the morning before you flew to Copenhagen. You’d…
ABOUT A GIRL AND HER DATE OF BIRTH Once upon a time, there lived a…
Irish Rail Dublin, that old whore, with her piss -stained pavements Abruptly transforms into a…
https://youtu.be/e9-RxW-Xm50 live long enuff yoolsee enuff war – yool think this is not what life…
Memorial to Myself I have been away toasting tables lined with the pricier variety of…
Faking It When Cleopatra rolled Out of the rug, she thought: Don’t worry! Even if…
At Rudy’s Bar, Alassio (After Thomas Hardy) – O how could I order that tuna…
My father was a French lumberjack. That’s just a joke. People don’t always know I’m…
Ballad of Lucy Kryton “There will not be a woman Prime Minister in my lifetime”,…
Kevin Higgins’s sixth poetry collection under the sardonic title Ecstatic starts with a dedication to…
Kyrie Rotten fruit, rotten root. Hands up Don’t shoot. Kyrie eleison. By the waters of…
Through Fernando Pessoa the flesh was made word. Reminiscent of the renowned Chinese painter Wu…
The prize painting in the National Gallery of Ireland is, without a doubt, Caravaggio’s depiction…
Poems in the Manner of the Devil After Alexandar Ristović (1933-1994) If you can’t chew…
I can barely make out Richard´s handwriting on the piece of torn paper. “Second left”…
Mowing How dare you go, leaving me alone to do the mowing? You used…