Poetry: Marc Di Saverio
ODE TO THE MOUNTAIN BROW (dedicated to Richard Greene) Cliff-topped at dawn in a euphoria…
ODE TO THE MOUNTAIN BROW (dedicated to Richard Greene) Cliff-topped at dawn in a euphoria…
Awarded one of the Tidiest Towns in the nation, the place was profoundly inept and…
KUNG FOOL ••••••••••••••• So you think you’re the Master? Meet the Master of Disaster: Bring…
For my Aunt Josie. Mamma died today, last year, at this very hour. I took…
We Lie after Holly McNish My one remaining friend, now I’ve plugged out my Mum,…
THE YELTSIN-CLINTON ERA, CENTRAL TIME ZONE The end of history will be a very sad…
Covid-19 has perhaps spelt a temporary death for, amongst many other things, flaneurship – that…
They’ve been protesting now for three weeks outside the closed factory. I have to walk…
The Most Risk-Taking Poet In Ireland My split infinitives clearly the work of a man…
I see everything as if it were under a magnifying glass, so clear that it…
Gold Fish I envy the gold fish the dignity of his fits and spasms mid…
In the morning before waking, I dream of vast empty plains of flatland and red…
Tedium was tip tapping on the pane of Gibbo’s day, the hours slouching into another…
Three Miles South of Carlow Town Walk with me. Don’t speak. Come to the place…
For the purpose of perspective, I should like to carry out a short comparative study…
I was so tired, Tuesday night. Don’t sleep well when I get that tired. I…
Hannah sat deep in thought waiting for the reception room’s red light to turn green…
‘Liberals’ & ‘Death’ Two words that strut confident of their own historical inevitability. Everyone in…
Nicholas of Bari Another night fifth in a row unsettled but unfrozen thinking I get it I…