The Silence of Moher
by John Walsh Clouds settle close, shy of connecting, no abruptness in the air. A fading mellow before the grey moves in, haunting itself for the
Revisiting the Cliffs of Moher
by Stephanie Conn Back then we travelled around Ireland with only a two–man tent in the boot. We followed the light across hills of sand,
Tessellation
by Stephanie Conn Today or tomorrow the snow will melt. Marina Tsvetayeva All it took was a light dusting of
Night Bus
by Brian Kirk Travelling in hope, a child mother stares at her phone willing it to ring; she lays her head on the pane, surrenders to the squalor
A Libation for the Dead
by Brian Kirk In some parts of the world before the feasting starts, before the drinks are poured, a libation for the dead is spilled on arid
Crows in November
by John MacKenna Suddenly there is sky where no sky was before, the branches form these unexpected scratches, their leaves gouged overnight. And