Category: International Women’s Day
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A Celebration of Poetry for International Women’s Day 2020
Papyrus Fragment It darts, bares a blaze of underwing to plain sight; this endless fragile need to make a mark, to come to light Papyrus Fragment is © Annette Skade ‘Secrets of a cartographer’s wife’ by Katrina Dybzynska The cartographer’s wife never told him about her contributions to his maps. A few tiny islands…
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“Birth Mother” and Other Poems by Srilata Krishnan
Birth Mother We are standing in front of the mirror, my daughter and I, brushing our hair and being vain when I think of the doctor’s question: “What was her birth cry like?” I don’t know and never will. She is fine, or will be, I know. But looking in the mirror and into her…
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A celebration of women’s poetry for International Women’s Day 2017
Featured image from “The Infinite Body Of Sensation” by Salma Caller Salma Ahmad Caller is an artist and a hybrid of cultures and faiths. She is drawn to hybrid and ornamental forms, and to how the body expresses itself in the mind to create an embodied ‘image’. UK based, she was born in Iraq to…
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A Celebration of Women’s Poetry for International Women’s Day 2016
Both a page and performance poet, Anne Tannam’s work has appeared in literary journals and magazines in Ireland and abroad. Her first book of poetry Take This Life was published by WordOnTheStreet in 2011 and her second collection Tides Shifting Across My Sitting Room Floor will be published by Salmon Poetry in Spring 2017. She…
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‘The Mermaid in the Hospital’ by Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill
She awoke to find her fishtail clean gone but in the bed with her were two long, cold thingammies. You’d have thought they were tangles of kelp or collops of ham. ‘They’re no doubt taking the piss, it being New Year’s Eve. Half the staff legless with drink and the other half playing…
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‘An Mhurúch san Ospidéal’ by Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill
An Mhurúch san Ospidéal Dhúisigh sí agus ní raibh a heireaball éisc ann níos mó ach istigh sa leaba léi bhí an dá rud fada fuar seo. Ba dhóigh leat gur gaid mhara iad nó slaimicí feola. ‘Mar mhagadh atá siad ní foláir, Oíche na Coda Móire. Tá leath na foirne as a meabhair…
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‘Necessity’ by Simone Weil
Necessity The cycle of days in the deserted sky turning In silence watched by mortal eyes. Gaping mouth here below, where each hour is burning So many cruel and beseeching cries; All the stars slow in the steps of their dance, The only fixed dance, mute brilliance on high, In spite of us…
Chris Murray 