Category: Poet Bloggers

  • ‘Following the River Exe on a Wednesday Afternoon’ and other poems by Kate Garrett

    ‘Following the River Exe on a Wednesday Afternoon’ and other poems by Kate Garrett

    Granny Woman The men leave us be; at times like this they take themselves out to the porch with pipes and tin cups. Everyone trusts the granny woman. She knows best, walks for miles when there’s a baby coming, brings her bag along. The bottles of green-smelling whiskey, fat leaves smooth and big as her…

  • ‘Eclogue’ and other poems by Tara Lynn Hawk

    ‘Eclogue’ and other poems by Tara Lynn Hawk

    Eclogue   Recalcitransitory word bubbles Such a dovecote of lies And a blight of didactic, dissatisfied thought Moral originality fades, declines Providence us no longer timeless My infelicities discarded I retreat to my true philosophy Unlimited by my range of perception Back to particles elemental I will not join the minds left empty    …

  • “Love & its Edges” and other poems by Anna Walsh

    is it is it ok that i am lying on my bed not having any useful or funny thoughts is it ok that i do this is it ok that i am lying on my bed unshowered and not replying to anyone is it ok that i do this for no grand gesture but just…

  • AND AGAMEMNON DEAD : An Anthology of Early Twenty First Century Irish Poetry

    Originally posted on Michael J. Whelan – Writer: And Agamemnon DeadAn Anthology of Early Twenty First Century Irish PoetryEdited by Peter O’Neill & Walter Ruhlmann Hi everyone, I’m really happy to announce that a brand new anthology of contemporary Irish poetry has been published today (St Patrick’s Day) in Paris and I am also delighted…

  • ‘Bees and The Authorities’ by Dave Lordan

    Solinus, on the authority of Camden, incontrovertibly declares that there are no bees in Ireland. Keating impugns both Camden and Solinus stating Such is the quantity of bees, that they are found not only in hives, but even in the trunks of trees, and in holes in the ground.   Modomnoc the beekeeper, who was…

  • Sequences — (After Francis Bacon) by Michael McAloran

    Sequences — (After Francis Bacon)   2…meat unto collapse/ stead lapse/ the lung’s abort in headless barrage the head is/ traces the/ meat’s sarcophagus is the light surrounding/ the forms that bind the subject-object/being in this from onset’s claim/ the stripping down of/ in gradual of irreversible/ meat does not climb it cannot/ it/ blind…

  • ‘The House of Altogether Nothing’ & Other poems by Jan Sand

    The House of Altogether Nothing The countryside in which it stands Is broken with large jagged rocks. Its trees are dark, from northern lands, Whose branches scratch the sky; boney bough knocks One against the other. Cold winds finger through Odd strands of captured human hair, Torn newspaper strips look as if they grew Amongst…

  • Mike Begnal’s review of ‘Three red things’

    With thanks to Michael Begnal for his astute reading of my 2013 chapbook, Three red things (Smithereens Press, 2013) The chapbook is readable here, Three red things From, Murray & McCardle, Smithereens chapbooks One section I particularly like is “reed songs I-IV,” set at Trá an Dóilín in the Connemara town of An Cheathrú Rua. Trá…

  • Poems from ‘Of Dead Silences’ by Michael McAloran

    Of The- Head of death The seasons dissipate as if they Had never collected tears A dissolving sky Soil sieved through fingers The silent laughter of the blood Nothing More- Ruins of the foreign sky From which point all are dead Smears of dying animals upon clear glass The flies will gather, nothing more Ignites-…

  • Previews from ‘In Havoc Lights’ by Michael McAloran

    vii- …vertigo ice/ what said/ yes/ said/ it follows/ the clasp-knife breath that lingers/ in the rat deep of vermin obsolete/ of the night’s claim/ shadowed by meat/ in the presence of the none/ a blind man’s cane tracing the brail sheets of nothing left to be/ inherent dice of the unknown/ till failure/ terror of/ asking then…