Towards Suaineabhal This is taking place in the presence of a mountain, before the sheep-cropped dungy grass between exposed ridges that makes the rock look threadbare, the mountain bony, a mendicant in rags. Follow my finger up to the resting places of the mountain, the deep grooves still glacial, still missing their smock of … Continue reading A poem by Nichola Deane
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A poem by Breda Wall Ryan
Hope is the Deadliest Sin Captured in profile, the bird-woman’s one startled avian eye glares at the painter of masks who contorts her, feathers her throat, bulges her crop. Sated with grapes, she is caught in the act of plucking a plum from the folds of her shot-silk lap, head tilted back for a … Continue reading A poem by Breda Wall Ryan
A poem by William Bedford
Dowsing ‘A dowser is a poet’ you thought, leaning on the farm gate to find the way. But maps have never helped us much, our best glimpses when we went astray, left the paths the maps taught, like starlings circling an unrisen sun. ‘We could try following the signs’ you say, but I was … Continue reading A poem by William Bedford
‘Bus’ by Theresa Muñoz
Bus A piece of your childhood never confessed. And I confess I heard it from Dad. Those humid months the family home was a broken down bus. Ditched beside a graffitied wall. Three brothers and three sisters. You the youngest. Mostly I imagined the evenings. Streetlight warming the greasy windows. Doors rattled by cars. Each … Continue reading ‘Bus’ by Theresa Muñoz
‘Day of rest’ by Jackie Wills
Day of rest The order comes: “Down tools.” You stop driving buses, lock the tills. Guides leave the Taj Mahal, Pyramids. Ski lifts hang over glaciers. In markets, all you hear is flies – there’s no-one underground, no planes, no money moves. TVs show blue lagoons to a soundtrack of wind. Food’s eaten raw. Your … Continue reading ‘Day of rest’ by Jackie Wills
A poem by Matt Haigh
The Four Seasons as Husband by Matt Haigh Spring Love, this teary perfume I excrete makes me sorry for the sentiments we’ve not expressed, so sorry for words stockpiled in our chests, like the sorry nuts which are the squirrel’s hoard. I’m sorry too for those we’ve said aloud. Sorry to see them … Continue reading A poem by Matt Haigh
‘McQueen’s Dress’ by Anna-May Laugher
McQueen's Dress by Anna-May Laugher Caught mid-step her arch a slow burning arc. This foot imposed upon to hold, distribute weight. This dress, an imposition on the skin, woman made vitreous, made avian. Her collar of slides for a microscope, each painted red continues down her spine; creates a carapace of broken views which hold … Continue reading ‘McQueen’s Dress’ by Anna-May Laugher
Takooba
M25 by Takooba At the rise of Chevening Interchange my heart ripped, as mother slept fish-lipped in the wing mirror; Dad’s pinprick pupils flashed and dipped in the rear-view mirror. Alone on the bridge’s brontosaurus heights I overlooked a silver serpent, stretching along a great red serpent, rubbing scales together under a low … Continue reading Takooba
‘The Joy of Sets’ by Maurice Devitt
The Joy of Sets With simple interest you zero in, the square root home. She offers pi a fraction of her heart, you desire the sine of her curves - infinity reclining - the joy of sets. Prime attraction multiplies 2+2=5 an upward graph future = XTC with high probability of success. A new addition … Continue reading ‘The Joy of Sets’ by Maurice Devitt
‘Religion’ by Alvin Pang
Religion by Alvin Pang It's always the Big Ideas that get personified: Death, Wisdom, Eternity, their capital letters lining up in the cold marble halls of the unconscious. You can tell by the flowing beard and grand costumed gestures; the banners and fanfare in stanza after stanza of classical poetry, centuries of … Continue reading ‘Religion’ by Alvin Pang
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