Poetry: Haley Hodges
Belshazzar I never knew myself to have a Persian beard, now, This is odd, this…
Browsing: Poetry
Nicholas Battey: April Light
April Light I’ve let the world of people go in favour of growing spring evenings,…
Poetry: It Isn’t Just a House
It Isn’t Just A House It isn’t just a house. It’s the sacred place I…
Poem: Hope in Despair
Hope in Despair I have always loved museums, no doubt having a kind of prophetic…
Poetry: Marc Di Saverio
SONNET XIV for Diane Windsor When I was still the husband of the wind –…
Poetry: Rhys Mumford
On Opening A Door When I left the cafe I planted my leading foot beside…
Poetry: Gratitude
Gratitude “Hate it here? But why?” I’m sick of your confounded cry. London is Open—…
Poetry: Commuting with Baudelaire
Commuting with Baudelaire We are living in a time when there are no gentlemen. So,…
Poem: ‘Congratulations’ by Kevin Higgins
Poets may be divided into three types: those of us who must be and are,…
When I’m Allowed Leave The Cancer Ward
When I’m Allowed Leave The Cancer Ward with thanks to Claire Higgins for four of…
Poetry: Michaela Brady
White Bay Park And cows trod on thickened sand, Bow their heads beneath the sun.…
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…
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…