Tag: An Index Of Women Poets

  • “Limerence” and other poems by Palmer Smith

    limerence i loved a somnambulist we’re like a No(thing), a No(body) two no-bodies equal Somebody, right? (re)-read my words bottle of tequila, all the limes all the girls you have loved, shaken up in this cup i lovingly stirred you stumble on red oak floors ceiling, a map of london lon-don-ing you illicit, (i)llicit you,…

  • “Moss” and other poems by Niamh Twomey

    Homing Salmon Under the gush of shower water your greying skin flails. In your mind you wade back to the brook, the water icy even in summer, your seven siblings balancing on the pebbled belly of the River Fergus, suds in your hair, brothers dunking you under, ice forming in your brain, penetrating your veins,…

  • “I don’t belong here’ by Fizza Abbas

    I don’t belong here I love chipped crayons, they tell me colours can come in different forms: pitch-black darkness can become the reincarnation of red, moonlight can subdue the proud ribbon-like body of the river, wise men need not have a white beard. I often whisper to the wavelength, ask her to, once, and for…

  • “Passing through” and other poems by Betty Thompson

    Balloons A stream of them – long and ribboning before they were inflated; breath-filled they turned into globes and cylinders: fat demi-lunes ably shaped by the long-fingered magician who, in his downtime offstage from the Hippodrome, relaxing by the fire, legs stretched across the hearth, would plunge those long hands into his pockets, to pull…

  • Poems from “Venus in Pink Marble” by Gaynor Kane

      Window weather The Icelanders have a word that means just that.A murky day that you know is betterenjoyed from the comfort of a window seat;soft mizzle cleansing leaves shiny and bright. When webs become crystal dreamcatchers,or perfect drops form on the telephone linesand slide slowly down like the oilon the wire of the indoor…

  • “Womanhood” and other poems by Amara George Parker

    womanhood womanhood did not sneak up on me when my thighs were stained with first blood that arrived so unexpected so connecting it didn’t happen when hormones sprouted lumps and bumps that others stared at and touched it was not given to me nor did I grab it in the first instance of fucking or…

  • “River” a series by Sarah Lenihan

    River (I) I wish I could lay in a river glazed with gold – my heart sinking into yours amidst this pleasure. I would watch you fall beneath my feet as we would lay upon the riches we’ve won. It is a deadly notion to dream this dream of mine– The current brings us on…

  • “When the angel came to me” and other poems by Danielle Galligan

    When the angel came to me ‘The Virgin…’ He smirked, then ‘Virginity is a complex concept, pet’ I said. ‘I’ve been sent by God; He has a job–’ ‘So I’ve heard, you’ve got the wrong girl.’ Then, he grabs my wrist, ‘I must insist.’ Kisses my knuckle, twisted fuck. I imagine it going through his…

  • “In Rivers” and other poems by Alison McCrossan

    Sunray Here you cast your dazzling eye through clouds ruptured on surging waters, where in winds on a mission across skies born of voids words were loaded: let me out; crowns of heaving leaves spilled trees, turned them upside down, a splay of tangled guts, and spat out the despair of the years in a…

  • ‘The New Natalism’ and other poems by Claire Kieffer

    The New Natalism Mother is in bits but only literally she doesn’t find it funny at all this new slug covered in shreds of skin his or her own, she doesn’t know. She doesn’t want to think about which of those are hers about the things she ripped out that took on a life of…