Bobbie Sparrow – Beat the same drum

It’s not enough to suckle and rear two sons who have never been here before    nor will ever be seen again it’s not enough to hold a...

Bobbie Sparrow – One degree warmer

Digging a hollow for an apple sapling, roots trembling digging for gold springs the rush of greed digging sand castles of delight for small boys digging the...

Bobbie Sparrow – New years day 2018

Four sheep stand round in grown comfort on top of a frost- bitten hill the ragged bushes at their back stop no wind two kneel to tooth the grass filling...

Bobbie Sparrow

Bobbie Sparrow is a poetry writing Psychotherapist.  She was long listed for the Over the Edge new writer’s award 3 times and short listed...

Seamus Scanlon – The Long Wet Grass

The resonance of tires against the wet road is a mantra strong and steady. The wipers slough rain away in slow rhythmic arcs into...

Seamus Scanlon – The Long Wet Grass

The resonance of tires against the wet road is a mantra strong and steady. The wipers slough rain away in slow rhythmic arcs into...

Seamus Scanlon – THREE – NIL

High on a Northern Hill The Golgotha shuffle ended for some. Fire tried girls Fetched them in. I walked in. The Locomotion was playing. Everybody's doin' a brand new dance...

Seamus Scanlon

Seamus Scanlon is a writer from Galway and is an award winning librarian and Associate Professor at City College’s Centre for Worker Education. His prize...

Liz Quirke – Mná na hÉireann, thirty years on

and what does it look like? Which names are remembered, what have we learned? Anne Lovett, Baby X, Miss C, fallen, scorned, lost and for what? To cover...

Liz Quirke – Counterfeit

Easy as talk at a child's party, I cluster as one of their number. When the men fade, attention turns from woman to woman, lap...

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Antonia Buizza – Friends

“What time is it?” “A quarter to nine already”. “What shall we do? Shall we order?” “I would say yes. I think we have waited too long...

Elsa Morante – The Andalusian Shawl

In 1963  at nearly 50 years of age and during a really difficult period of personal crisis in her life,  the writer Elsa Morante...

Ludovico Ariosto – Satires

“My seat for a turnip” What would you think of the life of Ludovico Ariosto, an author capable of creating a poem such as the...

Kobus Moolman – A Book of Rooms

The multi-award-winning South African poet Kobus Moolman begins his seventh poetry collection with a quotation by Georges Perec: Even if I have the help only...

Ilona Jerger – And Marx kept silent in Darwin’s garden

A novel that tells, with frequent flash-backs, the last years of two of the most important minds of the nineteenth century: Charles Darwin and...