Category: Spring 2016 Irish Issue
Crossing
by Pat Boran Because his life depended on it, because there was no other path, because night was coming on and the hounds were closing fast he
Graveyard Scene
by Pat Boran The morning so cold, the earth so utterly iced up, a child asks her mother how the gravediggers will dig out a hole big enough for
Periwinkles
by Adam Wyeth We skirt the edges of the cove, scouring crags at low tide, combing back seaweed hair braided with beads. Up to our ankles in
Angry Birds
by Adam Wyeth I’m lost in this world of crazy kamikazes selflessly flinging their harlequin bodies against timber planks, panes of glass and
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