When I’m Allowed Leave The Cancer Ward
When I’m Allowed Leave The Cancer Ward with thanks to Claire Higgins for four of…
Browsing: Literature
Poetry: Michaela Brady
White Bay Park And cows trod on thickened sand, Bow their heads beneath the sun.…
Fragment Number 64
It was Saturday morning. Maher was lying in bed. He had just woken up. It…
Advent Poem by Haley Hodges
Advent We have endured long in the dark. It is a burden (A magic? A…
Poetry: Kevin Higgins
Formation of a Young Irish Intellectual after Nazim Hikmet You will go far young person…
Poetry: Peter O’Neill
The Bridge After Meryon Bridge of Be-ing, all arches mirrrored upon The river running –…
Poetry: Michaela Brady
Uaigneas (Dán do m’athair) Crows befriend the bread-handed boy, Squawk and battle for a bite.…
Poetry: Nicholas Battey
Last Breath of Leaves Cup a pear, hear it abscise, number the days until ripe;…
The Candidates Explain
The Candidate Explains after Charlotte Nichols MP I didn’t know the meaning of “incursion” or…
Parallel Weekend
I hadn’t heard from you since Wednesday, the morning before you flew to Copenhagen. You’d…
Three Parables / Short Tales
ABOUT A GIRL AND HER DATE OF BIRTH Once upon a time, there lived a…
Poetry: Peter O’Neill
Irish Rail Dublin, that old whore, with her piss -stained pavements Abruptly transforms into a…
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https://youtu.be/e9-RxW-Xm50 live long enuff yoolsee enuff war – yool think this is not what life…
Poetry: Kevin Higgins
Memorial to Myself I have been away toasting tables lined with the pricier variety of…
Poetry: Haley Hodges
Faking It When Cleopatra rolled Out of the rug, she thought: Don’t worry! Even if…
Poetry: Edward Clarke
At Rudy’s Bar, Alassio (After Thomas Hardy) – O how could I order that tuna…
Girl Without Mercy
My father was a French lumberjack. That’s just a joke. People don’t always know I’m…
Ballad of Lucy Kryton
Ballad of Lucy Kryton “There will not be a woman Prime Minister in my lifetime”,…
Ecstasy of Truth Finally Spoken
Kevin Higgins’s sixth poetry collection under the sardonic title Ecstatic starts with a dedication to…
Poetry: Haley Hodges
Kyrie Rotten fruit, rotten root. Hands up Don’t shoot. Kyrie eleison. By the waters of…