Monthly Archives: April 2017

Arlene A Grizzle

Ode To My Father There is a firm knock on the door to your soul.  You’ve left the door unlocked for too long; Death politely seeks entry. His lulling tune calls out to the weary making sweet his promise of … Continue reading

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Maureen Weldon and Paul Beech

A BRIDGE NEAR KINSALE This bridge where the Bandon River flows Dad and I stood regularly on our way home after his fishing. A yellow moon, fat or just a sliver, seemed to waltz to the music of night; across … Continue reading

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Maxine Rose Munro

They were Old when I was Young Her Her I didn’t visit, not myself. She lived in one room. Curtains I remember better than the face – screens to corner that was Kitchen. I remember no windows, one door, one … Continue reading

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Robert Ford

Finding a dead Waxwing on Braid Road The rising street is used to its cars only ever creating drab corpses out of pigeons, or the unsentimental crows that process them; yet it’s strangely easy to overlook the paint-fresh colours, the … Continue reading

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Ken Cumberlidge

Night Watch Slow of pulse and steady-purposed in the darknesses behind stark-moonlit sheds, the lee of mossy walls — in stealths of ground mist, corded woodstores, eaves of hoarfrost-crystalled rooves — antennaed, tuned, alive at every sense to the parentheses … Continue reading

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E.A.M. Harris

Difficulties on the Thought-trail Today’s lecture was smoky-glass obscure; every other word turned its back on meaning and said things for the swear-box. As you strode your lone track, we stuck at the first way-mark, peering through more undergrowth than … Continue reading

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Daniel Bennett

Our Ghost Film Remember when we were haunted? The house moved around us in curious syncopation, the garden grew animated at the slightest glance. Rooms rattled through the dark hours, and each morning’s latest ectoplasm trashed all our attempts at … Continue reading

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