Category: Spring 2016 Irish Issue
The Bomb-Maker’s Watch
by Lorna Shaughnessy Clocking in and out. That’s the bit that gets me. That, and watching the clock, that huge clock over the factory floor,
Mullion
by Aideen Henry We are fortresses you and I our fortifications, castellations and buttresses not visible in the main, not until the flowers and
Found — The sycamore shadow rocks and falls
by Afric McGlinchey backward, to the shock of plant and animal, child. Read it in the child’s face. We used to make this garden our own: that bit
Swallows
by John Liddy Outdoors: A Glenstal Abbey Cycle for Fr Brian From a clearing in the woods with a view across the fields, my swallow’s eye
When the city becomes metaphysical I ask the question
by Kevin Kiely this capitulation of the spirit among cityscape and the banks are empty, lit from inside so poke and digit for your virtual cash
A Hand Of Cinquain
by Mark Granier This game is where letters are given some rope, slack to unwind with, make your name turn its back. What has five fingers, a
Cassidy’s Hill Revisited
by Jack Harte Three telephone masts on the shoulder of the mountain the three wise kings.
Shelley’s Monster Speaks
by Órfhlaith Foyle My left hand Builds a grave and puts words in Dead words that don’t shoot Words that are born but Slip and cripple me. All
Stripes and Stars
by Susan Millar DuMars Trumpet, blood, the reveille for American boys in basement rooms — stars behind their skin, their eyes. At night the flag
The Grassland Ocean of Mongolia, A vision for Sean Braiden
by Theo Dorgan I think of you driving to the edge of town And beyond the edge, out and over into the ocean of tall grass, The wind combing the