
Poetry: Marc Di Saverio
SONNET XIV for Diane Windsor When I was still the husband of the wind –…
SONNET XIV for Diane Windsor When I was still the husband of the wind –…
Commuting with Baudelaire We are living in a time when there are no gentlemen. So,…
White Bay Park And cows trod on thickened sand, Bow their heads beneath the sun.…
Uaigneas (Dán do m’athair) Crows befriend the bread-handed boy, Squawk and battle for a bite.…
Irish Rail Dublin, that old whore, with her piss -stained pavements Abruptly transforms into a…
https://youtu.be/e9-RxW-Xm50 live long enuff yoolsee enuff war – yool think this is not what life…
Somatotropism My lungs were out of helium, so I wandered out of my anti-memory cell…
Leaf-ladder to the Sky Dusk drums down the harbour, Seagull sirens sound alarms, A quiet…
AREOPAGITE The cloud moves, low, across the landscape, leaving a slick of rainwater on the…
Try mph To Payney, Tinpan, JJ, Tom P., Tom C., Col, Ry, Peewee I know…