Category: Walkabout

  • “Lady Jesus” and other poems by Arathy Asok

    They ask me questions I will not answer They have come to ask of me, Many answers they sought. They did not look at my breasts, Or between my legs. It was my eyes, And inside my head they probed. They put out their hands And broke open my skull; They looked in to see…

  • ‘burnt offerings’ and other poems by Anne Casey

    ‘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…

  • ‘The Salt Escape’ and other poems by Jude Cowan Montague

    ‘The Salt Escape’ and other poems by Jude Cowan Montague

    Too North   Due to the severe cold we worked continuously just to keep alive.   Sometimes our clothing was frozen so hard over our tattoos   we were unable to enter our bunks until we threw hot water over each other.   Our skipper had been urged not to trust the charts but to…

  • “Wending” and other Poems by Allis Hamilton

    Mrs. Piper after Pied Piper of Hamelin   He came home with that wooden whistle one blustery winter’s day.   Said he found it on the snow at the crossroads of Hamelin and Coppenbrügge.   It was just lying there he said. He learned to play it fast enough,   one could well say he…

  • ‘Tread Softly’ and other poems by Michael J Whelan

    DELIVERANCE In the orphanage a child cowers from cursing men outside. She wants to climb back into her dead mother’s womb and hide inside its warm, soft, un-edged safety, where no explanation is needed or reason to hide under splintered staircases or run the gauntlet to basement bomb shelters, existing minute to minute with strangers…

  • Slán Muireann Ní Bhrolcháin

    It was with great sadness that I learned of the death of Dr. Muireann Ní Bhrolcháin, Senior Lecturer of Early Irish (Sean-Ghaeilge), at the Centre for Irish Cultural Heritage at Maynooth University. Obituaries and remembrances are too formal a way to encapsulate the energies of the person who has passed away. What we may say…

  • ‘Haft Seen’ and other poetry by Shakila Azizzada

    ‘Haft Seen’ and other poetry by Shakila Azizzada

    Once Upon A Time in memory of Leila Sarahat Roshani   Granny used to say always keep your magic sack tucked inside your ribcage.   Don’t say the sun’s worn out, don’t say it’s gone astray. Say, I’m coming back.   May the White Demon protect and watch over you. Oh, daughter of the dawn,…

  • A Preview of My New Book ‘She’.

    The first edition of SHE was published by Oneiros Books in 2014. 82 Pages Perfect-bound Paperback. The cover painting image is © Anastasia Kashian, with great thanks to David Mitchell for design, and to Michael McAloran for accepting the book on behalf of Oneiros Books. Two poems from The Island Sequence of ‘She’ sea is a womb…

  • 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…

  • ‘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…