Tag: Over The Edge

  • “A Life Unanswered” and other poems by Susan Kelly

    The Bittersweet Her passion was historical biscuit tins or so he’d tell visitors who marvelled at the growing stacks of embossed lids that glinting with landscapes, landmarks locations she hadn’t seen, he thought it best if the world came to her. He liked her to display these gifts he brought back from places he visited…

  • “Dive of the Kingfisher” and other poems by Ria Collins

    “Dive of the Kingfisher” and other poems by Ria Collins

    Dance of the Samurai I danced in my Communion dress barefoot dervish mother read aloud from Illustrated Poetry, I found my plastic sword.   I dreamt I was a samurai lived at the foot of Mt.Fuji, wore armour and mask raven hair in a top-knot.   Princess Tsuru, daughter of Ochi Clan. I practiced the…

  • ‘The House That Don Built’ by Kevin Higgins

    ‘The House That Don Built’ by Kevin Higgins

    “The sky is high / We shit on earth / We look up the sky / The earth gives birth / To our future”                                                              …

  • ‘The Fold’ and other poems by Alison Driscoll

    The 22nd Minute   The inners of the ash tree twirl fibres up Cú Chulainn’s stick Splintering out like a cut open stomach in centre-forward line The bas is hugged by black steel rods no match in a clash of the ash Which sees your elbow crack it like an egg in one quick blow…

  • ‘Our Sleeping Women’ and other poems by Attracta Fahy

    ‘Our Sleeping Women’ and other poems by Attracta Fahy

      Our Sleeping Women   I think of my grandmothers, their faces etched in mine, their strength sleeps in my bones. We meet in fields of crows, their voices speak through the wind. Old graves sloped down from our farm. As a child, I played house, tea sets on tombs, innocent, listening to spirits. Daughters…

  • ‘After The Revolution’ by Kevin Higgins

    After The Revolution for and entirely inspired by Quincy Lehr   We will pay homeless people to follow poet and critic Matthias Wetruder. And not just into drug-stores, dry-cleaners, and taxi-cabs (though there too) but also into Japanese restaurants where said homeless person will sit next table vociferously demanding, as will be his or her…

  • ‘The First Rule’ and other poems by Susan Millar DuMars

    Reclamation   The blood has stopped and with it the need to suckle lesser creatures. My breasts are pale, cool proud and mine.   The blood has stopped and with it the need to shield smaller souls inside me. My womb calm. Not weeping. And it’s my womb.   I’m learning the pleasure of empty.…

  • ‘Ism Writers’ by Susan Millar DuMars

    Ism Writers The world is full of ism writers sobbing, always sobbing for many distant victims – but if they found ‘you’ bobbing in the river, clearly drowning they’d explain in patient tones how your privilege, not the current, is what’s dragging you down. They’d talk until the bubbles stopped pen an elegy then for…

  • ‘Proposal To Erect Monuments’ by Kevin Higgins

      Proposal To Erect Monuments   In memory of poet, Frank Yammergob: a twenty foot likeness entrenched in bronze; the bits of old burger he kept in his beard left in for authenticity. Fastened to the dome of city hall giving his enemies the finger. Exact replicas atop every public building he paid not a…

  • ‘The Haircut’ by Kevin Higgins

    The Haircut   I had it imported from Ancient Egypt, installed upon my skull by JobBridge slaves grateful to be allowed touch a scalp as potentially valuable as mine.   I can smell opportunity at a thousand yards, and in the blink of a synthetic eyelash, I’m off sniffing its however questionable arse. I’m Hillary…