Category: Poetry Journals
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‘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…
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‘Angel on High’ and other poems by Aoife Read
Angel On High An angel came to me today, small and full of memories a hodgepodge of worn paint, and yellowed glue chipped on her edges and thick with the scent of my youth. Imperfect, old, barely there. You promised her to me when I was as small as her. Imperfect, young, barely there.…
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‘Glendalough Sonnet’ and other poems by Angela Patten
Glendalough Sonnet Rain and relatives, relatives and rain. In Glendalough’s monastic town a jackdaw baby thrusts his downy head out of a round tower putlock and raises an ungodly yellow beak to squawk at gawking tourists snapping cellphones, the spines of their umbrellas dripping on the ancient bullaun stones where monks once mixed their potions…
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‘If I were spring,’ and other poems by Mihaela Dragan
Quinces. Quinces seem to come from fairy tales. People even think of them as aliens, neither round nor oval neither glossy nor trivial not too dry and not too mellow but Lord, how they are handsome! They bring the Sun into a home dusty and drowsy, as if it had slept quietly among them!…
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‘burnt offerings’ and other poems by Anne Casey
burnt offerings swilling cinders of eucalypt forests burning up and down the coast tinged with hints of fear singed possum hairs lifting into clear blue air an earthquake in Italy shakes me awake a mother crying somewhere volcanic embers cycling into smoke of broken promises women’s choices smouldering charred remains of exiles’ lives democracy doused…
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‘Hinnerup’ and other poems by Jess Mc Kinney
*dint It Began as most things do moist things do everything everything berry stained mouth beer stickied floor & blood bloom undies you ‘don’t mind’ and sure I could probably get into you I only ever feel the bubbles on impact during I’m somewhere else the sun was a hot coal in the sky seeing…
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“Slice” and other poems by Umang Kalra
How To Run Away slowly pry away every hand that wields the nails that dig into your skin, crisscross scratches shaped into dry throats and the taste of dust glistening through humid, hot, sickening summer air sinking into your bones use your fingers, use your words, unravel the knots that hold your feet in…
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The Gladstone Readings Anthology
The Gladstone Readings Anthology (Famous Seamus, UK, 2017) is an anthology of contemporary writing, though predominantly poetry, and which was compiled and edited by the poet, editor and translator Peter O’ Neill. This is O’ Neill’s second stab at editing an anthology, the first was published in conjunction with the French poet and editor Walter…
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‘I Saw Beckett The Other Day’ and other poems by Órfhlaith Foyle
Photograph of Her Brother’s Skull They give you to me, a numbered skull from a high shelf and in my hand you are a strange brute thing – a thing I hardly see -my brother. The clean smooth bone of you – the whole of you no longer with me. In this room…
Chris Murray 