Elephant Place The elephant housed in a wooden shed on Essex Street. The elephant that belonged to a Mr Wilkins. The elephant that in the early hours of Friday 17th of June, 1681, went up, with its tiny house, in flames. The elephant that you could come and look at: something extraordinary, a walking boulder, … Continue reading Two poems by Mark Granier
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‘Aisling’ by Adam Wyeth
Beautiful girl with a broken harp who plays on the side of the street through wind and rain, her open case catching coins that flicker as leaves on a lake. Her plaintive notes which float like pleas then flee into a whooshing diaspora of rush- hour traffic as she plinks and plucks more … Continue reading ‘Aisling’ by Adam Wyeth
‘Skinny Dipping’ by Jean O’Brien
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 … Continue reading ‘Skinny Dipping’ by Jean O’Brien
‘Feathers’ by Mark Granier
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
‘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 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 Nuala Ní Chonchúir
The Lunar Spread On Half Moon Street we eat Tunisian orange cake, under a painting of a melon that spills seeds like love. Over Notre Dame the moon is a plate, tossed by a Greek waiter from rue Hachette. Clear of Galway’s rooftops the full moon – bald as a skull – crowns the … Continue reading Two poems by Nuala Ní Chonchúir
A poem by Paul Casey
The Speed of Cat's Eyes His eco-ship purrs silver-smooth past shores of bastard-amber stars, chases the veined twist of tail-lights, long spaces poised for sudden red. Earth's skin, spinning culture at past the speed of sound around its centre, skims the sun many thousand miles per hour more. He turns up his thoughts in … Continue reading A poem by Paul Casey
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