Poetry – Kevin Higgins
Tribute Acts Each witch hunt is a tribute act to the last. There is always…
Browsing: Poetry
Poetry – Luke Stromberg
The First Obscenity Before we turned our eyes from nudity, Or banished certain words, death…
Poetry – Kevin Higgins
The Joke after Walter Benjamin A barrel of industrial waste poured into a suit donated…
Poetry: Ernest Hilbert
Spolia Opima Models, slender and famished as cheetahs, Shed their imperial haute couture— Already in…
Poetry: Mischa Willett
Medea’s Hymn from Ovid O guardian of the dark, keeper of creeping shadows, o night…
Homage to Henry Kissinger
When Henry Kissinger again fails to die Another tree in the Central Highlands loses all…
Poetry – Haley Hodges
Make of me, too, a microcosm Make of me, too, a microcosm— Merger, marry, manifest…
Poetry – Kevin Higgins
After Recent Unfortunate Results Next election onwards, there’ll be a second vote for those who…
Poetry – Oliver Tickell
Five Poems trampled, rain-sodden the leaves brown, green, yellow and a crimson gilded wings flapping…
SIDE EFFECT
SIDE EFFECT So few cars on our Manhattan street Pigeons leaving nests that swirl between…
The Musical Duel of Apollo and Pan
Pan’s Song Your rule has lapsed Apollo, all narrative is dead, You said true form…
Poetry: Alex Winter
AREOPAGITE The cloud moves, low, across the landscape, leaving a slick of rainwater on the…
Poetry – Fintan O’Higgins
Natural History Museum, Dublin Necrophorus investigator bears The dead and follows in their footsteps. Moths,…
Poems for Holy Week
Poetry editor Edward Clarke selects poems from Paul Curran, Billy O Hanluain, Haley Hodges Schmid,…
Poetry – Radu Vancu
Master of children’s small fingers & of the indestructible hair of girls & of the…
Prescription: Isolation
Prescription: Isolation No man is an island? Go to your room. Sweat for three days…
Coronavirus – a Poem
My life’s ambition is to write a poem For you to quiver in ecstasy, Transcending…
Poetry – Kathleen Scott Goldingay
The Lamps of the Virgins from Bearers of the Broken Vessel At dawn, weaving through…
The Continuing Story of Óglaigh na hÉireann
The Continuing Story of Óglaigh na hÉireann All around the snot-nosed parishes of Ireland small…
Poetry – Brendan McCormack
omeros is unforgiveable they come and they go fleeting wet bullets my bed has left…