
Poetry – Brendan McCormack
omeros is unforgiveable they come and they go fleeting wet bullets my bed has left…
omeros is unforgiveable they come and they go fleeting wet bullets my bed has left…
Holding Vellum to the Light The pages of the city unfold its secrets like holding…
A poetaster’s tribute to Geoffrey Hill’s The Book of Baruch by the Gnostic Justin (2019).…
Poem written in old age The light that streams across the universe Brings evidence of…
Try mph To Payney, Tinpan, JJ, Tom P., Tom C., Col, Ry, Peewee I know…
Advisory Epistle From Literature Quangocrat after Alexander Pope About my person, I at all times…
At the end of 2019, I wrote: In these times it is perhaps inevitable that…
Sammy Jay, 30, grew up in Oxford and in Ireland by the sea. He…
Rooftop Blues I could go for a quick smoke on the roof, the steel vent…
The Resistance I never knew what they really felt how they survived the one world…
Black Vulture You loom at Madzharovo then at Bosilovo roost at Kalanjevo. Black pilgrim cowl…
Even the color of my skin belies who I really am. Always on the outside…
I watched the flamed sky as the earth rolled back and made it seem like…
No soy yo quien atraviesa estos valles prendidos de ocres, ni este el tren que…
One fine day all this will burn Strange but true The blue woods of Oregon…
_ I thought that I would read the beginning _ Of the last gospel, but…
Nightfalls. Creatures are on the move, Leaping, dancing, diving, digging, loving that’s the art of…
Once I had finished it I didn’t understand my own poem, so how could you?…
Gimel/Retribue servo tuo O do well unto thy servant Vincible world, I see blown blossom…