Tag: Finnuala Simpson
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‘Mangoes are a night food’ and other poems by Finnuala Simpson
Linen A candied calligraphy of colours, I said that I would change the sheets later. And I said also that I could handle it but I could not, and will I fry for that? I may, but only if you return. The stink of sheep hangs on me like wisdom. You leave in a blur…
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A Celebration of Irish Women Poets on Bloomsday 2018
‘Hinnerup’ by Jess McKinney . sewing after so long i wonder if there exists a song a glass of water warmed in the sun for each age she’s ever been all the taps here run scalding following the dregs of wine flowing from hot water factories tell me about her lover stagnant on the periphery…
Chris Murray 