
Poetry: Haley Hodges
Belshazzar I never knew myself to have a Persian beard, now, This is odd, this…
Belshazzar I never knew myself to have a Persian beard, now, This is odd, this…
April Light I’ve let the world of people go in favour of growing spring evenings,…
It Isn’t Just A House It isn’t just a house. It’s the sacred place I…
Hope in Despair I have always loved museums, no doubt having a kind of prophetic…
SONNET XIV for Diane Windsor When I was still the husband of the wind –…
On Opening A Door When I left the cafe I planted my leading foot beside…
Gratitude “Hate it here? But why?” I’m sick of your confounded cry. London is Open—…
Commuting with Baudelaire We are living in a time when there are no gentlemen. So,…
On 55th West between 8th and 9th Street I just miss getting mugged. I hear…
Poets may be divided into three types: those of us who must be and are,…
When I’m Allowed Leave The Cancer Ward with thanks to Claire Higgins for four of…
White Bay Park And cows trod on thickened sand, Bow their heads beneath the sun.…
It was Saturday morning. Maher was lying in bed. He had just woken up. It…
Advent We have endured long in the dark. It is a burden (A magic? A…
Formation of a Young Irish Intellectual after Nazim Hikmet You will go far young person…
The Bridge After Meryon Bridge of Be-ing, all arches mirrrored upon The river running –…
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…