Category: Maps

  • ‘tree is real silver’ published Poetry Ireland Review (N°138)

      Tree is real silver I. Birds tremble there alighting — (lighting) its stained glass recedes and within each bright ening light ening shape the song of a bird embeds a garnet— Each red-feathered song pewtering silver -ground on lazuli II. I see their (a) -lighting. They leaf the tree in the absence of bud,…

  • “Justice” and other poems by Rachel Lauren Storm

    “Justice” and other poems by Rachel Lauren Storm

    Justice I believe in transformation, pupa-to-winged emergence. I believe in the power of the pulsating chrysalis the eating of lessons and the uncurling of fetal winters. I believe in the stillness of calm after storm the redressing of old wounds and the snakeskin-shed of bandages. I believe anger is grief in new clothes, I believe…

  • “Dear Eavan” by C. Murray

    Eavan Boland (1944-2020) Break the glass that holds morning’s flame. Proceed from your room— I have become so aware of my hands, their folding of things of too-sweet smelling fabrics (washing machine is crocked) their patting of panes, pain, counter-pane, administering drugs or massages to a dying cat— I chose not to believe your death.…

  • ‘Hinges’ and other poems by Jax NTP

    hinges it is easy to obsess over small objects paperclips spoons and q-tips when self grooming generates silence — virginal trumps untamable — the renunciations of dullness do not lead to desire with upturned hands, razors, at rest it is easiest to use sadness as a utensil to push people away spiders construct traps from…

  • “Soon” and other poems by Lisa Bain

    “Soon” and other poems by Lisa Bain

      Soon “Let’s get together soon,” without setting a date is the tactic we always use to keep others on the line without actually giving of our time. You’ve made it clear you don’t have time for me, so why would I tell you my secret when everything would have to change? I’m torn. I’ll…

  • “Writing with Light” and other poems by Gerry Stewart

    Writing with Light Finnish Photography Notes Guided by imaginary intersections, fumbling our heavy DSLRs, we learned the rules for rhythm and repetition, aperture and cropping. My notebook sketched the tutor’s words in haste. They resurface beyond the lens. Organise your space. I carve out this new home without maps, using rough translations and neighbourly advice.…

  • “Reincarnation of tired beings” and other poems by Katrina Dybzynska

    “Reincarnation of tired beings” and other poems by Katrina Dybzynska

    Secrets of a cartographer’s wife The cartographer’s wife never told him about her contributions to his maps. A few tiny islands hidden in the middle of an archipelago in the name of symmetry. Some borderline moved to resemble a face shape. The territory of England shortened slightly, in personal revenge. One time, she renamed an…

  • Billy Mills reviews ‘bind’ at Elliptical Movements

    Billy Mills reviews ‘bind’ at Elliptical Movements

    Christine Murray is well-known as a champion of women poets via her Poethead blog and the Fired! project. It would be all too easy for this activity to obscure the fact that Murray is a poet in her own right, and on the evidence of bind: a waking book that would be a real pity.…

  • “Curlew” and other poems by Rosalin Blue

    Lonesome Occupation Up – up and away in my little studio under the sky drawn back alone – to write That loneliness is the room for concentration bears the space for inspiration strikes the key of motivation to create origination with insane illumination and a wild determination, the poetic flow in motion — oh that cosmic emanation…

  • “Needlepoint” and other poems by Erin Vance

    Hiraeth In the turpentine afternoon I wanted to beat my wings— hollow so hollow. And in the rectal evening 
I wanted to be a hummingbird. A hum m ing bird. In the frost-swept night I wished you a Lamb. Soft like cotton balls and languid with musk. Turn me into a violent fresco,
 Lamb, and…