The Snow Woman She was a blow-in then, the snow a wordless paper sheet, her footprints the first blunt penstrokes with everything still to write: spring planting, barley sheaves, a bitter crop of stones and chaneys at the turn of the year. Windblown crows dropped in through holes punched in the sky, gossiped year … Continue reading A poem by Breda Wall Ryan
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Two poems by Maurice Devitt
First Days of Winter Trees blue and leafless, a doily of frost forms on the front lawn, first peelings of ice on pathways, winter coats stiff and reluctant. Words, chipped from frozen thoughts, disappear in a blur of breath, as movements slow and bony fingers burrow into gloves. Shoes, now too big for curled … Continue reading Two poems by Maurice Devitt
‘Helen, Setting Matters Straight’ by Madeline Parsons
Helen, Setting Matters Straight There wasn’t a woman in town didn’t think I was the devil incarnate the way I walked out on my three children – just ran into the kitchen one day, set down the messages, threw myself into the car and hightailed it to the hills. He was waiting for me … Continue reading ‘Helen, Setting Matters Straight’ by Madeline Parsons
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
‘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
‘The Gate’ by Afric McGlinchey
The gate They need a context to eke out their distant echo, undisturbed by cities or freeways, some place desolate perhaps, where bones have settled well below earth, and bats hold on in the favoured dark, where a fox might bark; a place to find comfort among moth-coloured shapes in the unlit gloom, haunted … Continue reading ‘The Gate’ by Afric McGlinchey
Two poems by Brendan Cleary
Not Yet for Michaella hardly surprising your Dad on the phone explaining in graphic detail the intricate laws of physics when you say you're convinced if you persevere that is in the madness & chaos & wind eventually you'll levitate that's quite a lot of cushions to be stacking up & keep the best … Continue reading Two poems by Brendan Cleary
Two poems by John W Sexton
Bog Asphodel Here I birth and here I am, tar water my start; yet through the seeping space of bog I erupt in yellow stars. Then nebulae am I and I am a starnight of saffron. Bog is the roof of the underworld, where upside down the dead walk with their feet shadowing the … Continue reading Two poems by John W Sexton
Two poems by Ron Carey
Among Men There are a few originals left – a small curmudgeon Of diehards, one might say. Life has put something Sharp in our water or something shaky beneath Our pale, Tupperware skin. We’re not complaining. That’s just the way of it. No hand-holding, thank God, But we are interested in each other … Continue reading Two poems by Ron Carey
A poem by Kenneth Keating
Rhizome a plateau in the milieu climaxless one long plateau many long plateaux tray-pan-bed trays-pans-beds tray-pan-beds subterranean stem multiplicities without end infinite infinite plateaux interlude intermezzo subterranean plateau climaxless tray-pan-beds infinite subterranean interludes stem without end milieu without end tray/pan/bed one long plateau climaxless stem multiplicities subterranean intermezzo intermezzo infinite subterranean interlude without end … Continue reading A poem by Kenneth Keating
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