Poem: ‘The con cometh’
The con cometh The demon smirks, having laid out her wares. Will they see what…
The con cometh The demon smirks, having laid out her wares. Will they see what…
Review: Namanlagh by Tom Paulin (Faber and Faber, 2025) The “power to think / has…
Gillnets I remember as a child picking them out from the bow, and peering down…
There is a Panther on the Streets of Paris slinging hammocks of intent between each…
Review: Fog Bells: 8 Contemporary Turkish Poets (Dedalus Press, 2025) “A writer’s life”, the poet…
Luke 2:1-7 _ It was the time Augustus Caesar had cried…
Eternal Return My sixteen year old daughter comes to me to complain about Patrick Kavanagh.…
What comes to mind in Ireland What is black? An absence of light, the cassocks…
Vitruvian Woman For Laura A Poem for Halloween Svelte limbs, aquiline and flow, her…
Maldon days hēt þā hyssa hwæne hors forlǣtan, feorr āfȳsan, and forð gangan,…
Discovery Discovery are coloured dark deep red. I heard one falling as I brushed the…
And Me Naked for you, beneath some moon somewhere, which sounds like an ending, unless…
No animals died Our research on toads and carabids considered predator and prey. Japanese toads…
Vincent in Hiroshima “A work of art is a corner of creation viewed through a…
Oblique Landscape JP Jacobsen, I read your poem of a boundless heath with mossy stones…
Lovely Dead If I were to let you go who would I show this garden…
_ Where beckons the quiver…? Are there no spirits moving in the air _ …
A Chapter in the WarAppian, 95-165 CEUnder orders from Octavian, the hardened captains – Pansa,…