The Daymaker
For my Aunt Josie. Mamma died today, last year, at this very hour. I took…
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Poetry: Kevin Higgins
We Lie after Holly McNish My one remaining friend, now I’ve plugged out my Mum,…
Poetry: Quincy Lehr
THE YELTSIN-CLINTON ERA, CENTRAL TIME ZONE The end of history will be a very sad…
Peter O’Neill’s Henry Street Arcade
Covid-19 has perhaps spelt a temporary death for, amongst many other things, flaneurship – that…
Automated Spirits
They’ve been protesting now for three weeks outside the closed factory. I have to walk…
Poetry: Kevin Higgins
The Most Risk-Taking Poet In Ireland My split infinitives clearly the work of a man…
Beautiful Things
I see everything as if it were under a magnifying glass, so clear that it…
Poetry: Billy O Hanluain
Gold Fish I envy the gold fish the dignity of his fits and spasms mid…
The Communist’s Daughter
In the morning before waking, I dream of vast empty plains of flatland and red…
Head Shop
Tedium was tip tapping on the pane of Gibbo’s day, the hours slouching into another…
Poetry: Chay Bowes
Three Miles South of Carlow Town Walk with me. Don’t speak. Come to the place…
L’Homme et … la Merde!
For the purpose of perspective, I should like to carry out a short comparative study…
Winter When Thy Face is Hid
I was so tired, Tuesday night. Don’t sleep well when I get that tired. I…
La Petite Mort
Hannah sat deep in thought waiting for the reception room’s red light to turn green…
Poetry: Kevin Higgins
‘Liberals’ & ‘Death’ Two words that strut confident of their own historical inevitability. Everyone in…
Poetry – Elliot Moriarty
Nicholas of Bari Another night fifth in a row unsettled but unfrozen thinking I get it I…
Toblerone
When you hear the phrase, “Subtropical paradise,” Longford is probably not what springs to mind.…
Poetry: Marc Di Saverio
THE MAN WITH A MICRO-CHIP IN HIS RIGHT HAND Stopping wantless under cherry blossoms He…
Ownership by Navlika Ramjee
Ownership You come into your own While words give hue and cry In the stillness…