Monthly Archives: February 2015

Maureen Weldon

LATE  NOVEMBER  –  AFTERNOON We drove from Cork to Kinsale. In a mauve-pink sky, moon hung low, as though bowing to the last rays of sun. Shops, cafes, bars, were brimming with Christmas. The harbour almost filled with yachts and … Continue reading

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David Subacchi

EVERY HUNGRY WOLF A rootless people Wandering aimlessly From bar To bargain shop Clinging to memories Of sporting heroes Reading of road accidents And petty crimes In the free papers Where money lenders Set out their stalls A lethargic people … Continue reading

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Phil Wood

Cairn The crag like a humpback beached in solitude, the cloth of sea mist weathering her skin. I am lost without a map, compass, and just that cairn – a mocking grey finger seemingly marking a path  – stacked by … Continue reading

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Sally Long

Communion with My Ancestors The priest and the boy process across the fields, while in the house a woman waits filled with awe that the Son of God should at the ringing of a bell stoop to enter her home. … Continue reading

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Roderick Manson

Party Hell’s teeth! She’s looking at me. She’s coming over. I suppose she has to – she is the host and there’s absolutely no-one else here. Where are they all? This is a party, after all, and everywhere else is … Continue reading

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John Irvine

Tides Tides erode the Almond into grains and silts (and smaller still) as it leads itself out quietly seaward – northward – past bobbing yachts and blackened tankers. You find a half-melted sweet and a blade of grass in there … Continue reading

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Lesley Quayle

All the Bold and Brave Young Men. When I was young and swung my dark hair down, sang first in smoky bars to drinkers, thinkers, lovers, louts, wore cheesecloth, denim, lace, painted my face with silver stars and butterflies, my … Continue reading

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Andy Thornton

The Girl from Canada When her teardrop shattered itself on the pool’s surface, a million ripples spread across the water. Tiny circular heartbeats pulsing out into the world. Boiling across oceans and airwaves, back to the land of wide, slow … Continue reading

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