‘Songs of the the Sea’ by Eleanor Hooker

Songs of the Sea At Kilmore town ancient carols are sung, legend says the sea will drown their town. Casting stones into the sea is wrong, storm-crested waves drag silent sail down. Legend says the sea will drown their town, a silver coin beneath the mast brings luck. Storm crested waves drag silent sail down, church bells sound when sinking ships are struck, A silver … Continue reading ‘Songs of the the Sea’ by Eleanor Hooker

‘Dair Ghaelach (Irish Oak)’ by Carol Caffrey

Dair Ghaelach (Irish Oak) The heft and reach of him through mountain bog and field earthed bark to leaf-lit canopy true north. (i.m. Seamus Heaney.)   (previously published in Shrewsbury Stanza’s Anthology 2015)       Carol Caffrey is an Irish writer and actor who lives in Shropshire with her husband and two grown-up children. A former teacher and full-time mother, her work has appeared … Continue reading ‘Dair Ghaelach (Irish Oak)’ by Carol Caffrey

‘Comhrá na Tríonóide’ (Trinity Colloquy) by David Butler

Comhrá na Tríonóide Is mé ar seachrán san coláiste ar maidin do bhaineas ana-thaitneamh as mo dhíchuimhne nuair a thugas faoi deara go rabhas ag caint liom féin fad is ag falróid a bhí mé. Trí cheist le freagairt dá bhrí sin: Cé bhí ag caint? Cé bhí ag éisteacht? agus in ainm Dé, Cé bhain aoibhneas as an staid sin? Trinity Colloquy And I … Continue reading ‘Comhrá na Tríonóide’ (Trinity Colloquy) by David Butler

‘Skinny Dipping’ by Jean O’Brien

Skinny Dipping I’m Irish, we keep our clothes on most of the time. We perform contorted dances on beaches in Cork, or Donegal; undressing under not-yet-wet-towels. Worried that any gap might expose us, lay some body-part bare. It was the Immaculate Conception that did it, if Mary could conceive a child without removing her knickers, then by God us could undress and swim without baring … Continue reading ‘Skinny Dipping’ by Jean O’Brien

‘The English Papers’ by Mike Gallagher

The English Papers On Achill the post came twice each week – Tuesday brought Queenshead fivers, postmarked Ormskirk, Tamworth, Kilburn – short letters from villages of men transplanted en masse to alien trenches. Thursday brought brownpaper rolls, neatly wrapped; Anthony Jack flung them from his bike, cursed their weight, their wickedness, their Englishness with equal ferocities. The Achill mother unfurled the Sunday Post, plucked The … Continue reading ‘The English Papers’ by Mike Gallagher

‘Dublin Puzzle’ by Aoife Lyall

Dublin Puzzle The porous bag sliced through. Sediment gathered in the corners. We upend the pieces into the lid and bottom. We shift through them, panning for edges, corners. We kneel on the green felt kings use to play chess and peer at each piece; inscrutable, divine, mysterious. The gradations, lines, shadings, out of place – the edges connect, the real work begins. Some pieces … Continue reading ‘Dublin Puzzle’ by Aoife Lyall