Tag: doire press
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morning in the garden – siirden / cycles/ empty house
morning in the garden O heart ! My tree is full of small birds, red flowers. I am below the level of the bee, the wingbeat of the wren. A new robin dapples through his never-ending blue, green. My tree flowers beat red like hearts in warm rings. © Chris Murray 2016, 2020 Published ANU…
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“Poem for the Female Unspoken” and “Daphne’s Riposte” by Emily Cullen
Poem for the Female Unspoken Perhaps you’ll excuse my lateness…I’m on my period. – MP Danielle Rowley to the House of Commons, July 2018 This poem goes out to generations who had to keep confidences about the curse, clots, bloodstains, cotton wool bulk between their legs, menstruating in harsh climates with minimal comforts. This poem…
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“The Other Side of Things” and other poems by Robyn Rowland
I. The Other Side of Things. from the sequence Sky Gladiatorials Captain John Alcock and Lieutenant Arthur Whitten Brown made the first non-stop aerial crossing of the Atlantic, Newfoundland to Ireland, 1919.Previous to that, they both flew for Britain in World War I. Alcock ‘was the first man to bomb Istanbul’; then, with plane trouble,…
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Fragmenting…defragmenting… by Breda Wall Ryan
(i) Woman, Fragmenting Out of reach of Bach’s Rescue Remedy, she free-falls through 2, 1, G to the basement. Wifemask says she’s fine, hides behind her Prozac smile, offers cake and tea, nods and nods. Wearing her disguise, she lies While chemicals scramble signals, sparks refuse synaptic gaps, the machine malfunctions, cables snap, she swallows…
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‘Aleph to Taf’ and other poems by Emma McKervey
Aleph to Taf The magpie uses a rudder to steer by. I watch the long feathers of its tail turn according to its needs. The women here swear they see them singly for weeks before a death, but that is only said after the fact and I know you can see as many as you…
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“Market Prayer” and other poems by Annemarie Ní Churreáin
Laundry Here in the Indian foothills, I share a house with a man from Greece who speaks no English perfectly, disappears for days on a motorbike, leaves his laundry on the low make-shift line, grieving an absent sun. Side by side they hang: his shirt, my summer dress as if they…
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Poems from “Strange Country” by Kimberly Campanello
These poems were first published by Tears in The Fence and are © Kimberly Campanello Kimberly Campanello was born in Elkhart, Indiana. She now lives in Dublin and London. She was the featured poet in the Summer 2010 issue of The Stinging Fly, and her pamphlet Spinning Cities was published by Wurm Press in 2011 . Her…
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‘Essence’ by Kate Dempsey
Essence Do you get that smell? Sweet sour hops drift upwind, mists ripple the Liffey, ghost the quays, ruffle three buskers on O’Connell Street. Beshoff’s chip papers batter takeaway lattes. There’s fresh oranges on Mary Street, fresh words, fresh sprayed on concrete walls. Port containers sigh out in a diesel cloud; sea-salty air…
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‘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…
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‘Lepus’ by Stephanie Conn
Lepus Their collective noun is ‘drove’ though they mostly live alone, content with a solitary life, or become one of a pair growing brave in the spring; chests puffed out, as if fluid has filled the cavities and dropsy has caused a long-forgotten frenzy, that gives rise to a meadow dash…
Chris Murray 