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Two poems by Kevin Cahill

October 26, 2018March 24, 2023 ~ Tom Bailey

Returning ‘You say I am repeating something I have said before… I shall say it again. This is the spring time but not in time’s covenant.’ – T.S. Eliot, East Coker/Little Gidding One afternoon I woke up words no one uses now: When Flora had ourfret the firth, in May of every moneth queen, when … Continue reading Two poems by Kevin Cahill

‘Poem for Oscar with Stars in it’ by Kevin Graham

December 16, 2016 ~ Tom Bailey

Poem for Oscar with Stars in it Hoisted in the high chair of my arm – all bum and elbows and chocolate ice-cream hands – you point a finger up at the fluid night sky and say star. We’re on the porch of your uncle’s house, on one of the year’s fledgling days, a couple … Continue reading ‘Poem for Oscar with Stars in it’ by Kevin Graham

‘The Kaleidoscope My Big Brother Gave Me’ by Ann Leahy

November 22, 2016 ~ Tom Bailey

The Kaleidoscope My Big Brother Gave Me It created geometric processions out of rooms: made a pair of butterflies rise from a fireside chair, caused a ball of wool to fan and become a guelder-rose, a cylinder of gas to spoke into a four-pronged star, eight eyes to glisten from a hot-plate ringed with chrome. … Continue reading ‘The Kaleidoscope My Big Brother Gave Me’ by Ann Leahy

‘Feathers’ by Mark Granier

May 20, 2016 ~ Tom Bailey

Feathers She gave me an etching she’d made of a single feather, one of the short, curled ones that plump ski-jackets and pillows. I asked   for it, though it may also have been a kind of parting gift to something that could never get off the ground.   *   Feathers found in amber … Continue reading ‘Feathers’ by Mark Granier

Two poems by Jane Clarke

January 12, 2016January 12, 2016 ~ Tom Bailey

The Finest Specimen When I was a child my father wrote the twelve fair days of Roscommon on the back of a Players pack and taught me to recite them as farmers used to do. He showed me where the blacksmith had inscribed 1865 on a gate - the year Yeats was born, he’d say. … Continue reading Two poems by Jane Clarke

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