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

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 of briquettes buzzing nicely in an old barbeque. Leaning forward, … Continue reading ‘Poem for Oscar with Stars in it’ by Kevin Graham

Three poems by Colin Dardis

  Cinnabar Going to rinse the saucepan, I spy a rose petal in the sink: bent purple, withered in this high-seventies weather, most unseasonable of seasons. Somehow circumvented angles of back yard, oil tank and washing-line, through kitchen window, onto an irregular place of rest. Leaning in, I find its being: a red cabbage leaf from last night’s salad, a beauty non-transferable, utterly throwaway.   … Continue reading Three poems by Colin Dardis

Lesley Martin

  Three Churches   I. Augustinian Priory St Augustine, patron saint of brewers, printers and theologians, is depicted holding a quill, poised to write, in a stained glass window overlooking the shrine of St Jude, patron saint of desperate cases and lost causes. To light candle insert coins into slot and press button on candle of choice.   II. The Collegiate Church of St Nicholas … Continue reading Lesley Martin

Three poems by Jane Clarke

  Winter Since the trouble with his heart she tries to keep him in but before the breakfast tea is cold, he shrugs on his coat, lifts his cap, blackthorn stick and heads out across the fields to count cattle and sheep check how far the flood has risen, break ice for cows at the pond. There’s not a pick on him; he feels every … Continue reading Three poems by Jane Clarke

Three poems by Mark Granier

  Keys At 18, I wore a bunch of them –– pendants on a leather thong. I wanted secrets to keep, the jingle, the little teeth turning the pins, old tangible symbols. As if I might learn to belong by playing at being warder to a makeshift life: the front door to my first home, ‘Rockville’ (the only one with an actual name); the flat … Continue reading Three poems by Mark Granier

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 toes, skate on polished tiles and soft, summer bodies totter … Continue reading Two poems by Maurice Devitt

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 China at the bottom of the other kitchen keep your … Continue reading Two poems by Brendan Cleary

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 – the way old Walruses might care who has slipped … Continue reading Two poems by Ron Carey