Poetry: Christoph Hargreaves-Allen
KUNG FOOL ••••••••••••••• So you think you’re the Master? Meet the Master of Disaster: Bring…
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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…
Poetry: Kevin Higgins
The Most Risk-Taking Poet In Ireland My split infinitives clearly the work of a man…
Poetry: Billy O Hanluain
Gold Fish I envy the gold fish the dignity of his fits and spasms mid…
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…
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…
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…
Poem: Note From The Organisers
Note From The Organisers Feel free to turn up (or not) wearing a full suit…
Wonder Woman: The Baudelairean Ideal
Charles Baudelaire (1821–1867) reshaped the trajectory of modern literature. In acknowledgement T.S. Eliot famously called…
My Approach to Literary Networking
My Approach to Literary Networking after Francois Villon Most days I’d rather be bundled into…
Kevin Higgins: The Happy Song of Us
The Happy Song of Us Okay to buy your grandchild an ice-cream. Illegal for them…
Poetry: Fisheye by Nicholas Battey
Fisheye I, smudge in the eyescape of others, As my trowel lodges in mulch, Palm-sore,…
Poetry: James Harpur
Christmas Snow Never came that year, and yet It came in other ways, remembering the…
Poetry – Edward Clarke
Assembly One morning during the first week of Advent, _ When I was possessed, After…
Poetry – Kevin Higgins
Our Posh Liberal Friends for Susan Whenever I show them the Future, they refuse it;…