Poetry: Kevin Higgins
We Lie after Holly McNish My one remaining friend, now I’ve plugged out my Mum,…
Browsing: Poetry
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: Alex Winter
AREOPAGITE The cloud moves, low, across the landscape, leaving a slick of rainwater on the…
Prescription: Isolation
Prescription: Isolation No man is an island? Go to your room. Sweat for three days…
Poetry – Kathleen Scott Goldingay
The Lamps of the Virgins from Bearers of the Broken Vessel At dawn, weaving through…
Poetry Recording – Paul Curran
Try mph To Payney, Tinpan, JJ, Tom P., Tom C., Col, Ry, Peewee I know…
Poetry – Kevin Higgins
Advisory Epistle From Literature Quangocrat after Alexander Pope About my person, I at all times…
Poetry in 2020: ‘Dream and so create’
At the end of 2019, I wrote: In these times it is perhaps inevitable that…
