Tag: Women’s Work

  • ‘The Whetter of the Knife’ and other poems by Judith Mok

    Beethoven in New York Fur Elise This night is on me like a blank sheet I have to write Of people playing my music that Fills the subway with my submerged sounds As if I am a whale vibrating through the thick of times Communicating that my name is: Beethoven A man of music in…

  • ‘Indoors’ by Vona Groarke

    Indoors by Vona Groarke. It breaks apart as water will not do when I pull ,  hard, away from me, the corners bunched in my two hands to steer a true and regulated course. I plunge the needle through and through, dipping, tacking, coming up again. The ripple of thread that follows pins, out of…

  • ‘Dawning on the square’ by C. Murray

      Dawning on the Square   burnt ochre to umber liquefies the dark indigo and charcoal quicken, they bleed a capillary of sorts — the colours ground, establish a sky my opaques, ochre from the dirt the blues, a stone.   © Dawning on the Square by C Murray is licensed under a Creative Commons…

  • ‘Regeneration’ by Eithne Strong

    Regeneration   Let me out. I’m rising out of death’s skull. Aha, old devil’s dower I have victoried. I leave you in the morning: it deals with every death and spring defeats the catafalque. You see I must believe in resurrection. This is it. Now. I was dead and am alive. Hello eternity. I can…

  • Anne Brontë

    Its Monday and it’s cold in Dublin, am so glad I got a new all-weather but mostly Mountain-climbing Jacket on the Mayo Sojourn (Post-flu and dental recovery). Since I am unpacked and having done the school run where the little one was welcomed back with much happiness, I thought to publish some Bronte (Brunty) poems…

  • Protected: Thinking these last few days about Yeats’ Poems.

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  • Protected: ‘San Aer’ by C. Murray

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  • Unearthing things , ‘The Archivum’

    I spent this early morning at the funeral mass of a neighbour and I have not had time to think about what poem I would like to publish today. Yesterday, whilst looking for some paperwork and files,  I found a small hand bound book of poems that I had made in Barcelona last year. It’s provisionally titled The…

  • “Winter Fire” by Kathleen Raine.

    The presence of nature in my winter room With curtains drawn across the clouds and stars, lakes, fells, and green sweet meadows far away Is fire, older and more wild than they. Fire will outlast them all and take them all For into fire the autumn woods must fall. Spring blossoming is the slow combustion…

  • It is the centenary year of Ms Weil’s Birth.

    Writers are this year celebrating the centenary of Simone Weil‘s birth, sure if we did not have dedicated women’s departments where would we be? A proliferation of books,essays and critiques are promised for this year, oft-times women of great vision and expression disappeared under the weight of history only to resurface with the creative effort of forensic archivists and dedicated communicators. I have just completed reading Waiting…