Aoibheann McCann – One of those women
I brought on the bleeding seven times over the years before it stopped altogether. Miriam down the road, then her daughter, would peer out...
Aoibheann McCann – Johnny Claire
We crowded around the screen and watched him putting ‘J.C.’ into the Hall of Fame. He had got the top score in Street Fighter...
Aoibheann McCann
Aoibheann McCann was brought up in Donegal but lives in Galway. She writes fiction, non-fiction and the occasional poem. Her work has been published...
Elaine Feeney – In Montmartre with Degas
Who owns these hips these awful saucer over-lacquered eyes
and abandoned pink-jellyfish-on-the-rock lips this harsh-one-layer-mono
does nothing for my double chin but you already know that
I’m...
Elaine Feeney – The Harvest
There is nothing in the old Tuam beet factory only a greasy
fluthering of Natterer’s bats and some gnawing weasels.
Once the full silos were emptied...
Elaine Feeney – Oak
I’d like to spend Easter 2016
bird watching on the Isle of Wight.
I will not be remembering shootings or blood. I will kill no bird.
I...
Elaine Feeney – Mass
Mass will be said for no more bad language and gambling and wanking that the Athenry boys are doing, down the back of the...
Elaine Feeney
Elaine Feeney is, above all, a feminist. Her poetry examines the experience of being a woman in a patriarchal society, particularly in rural Ireland...
Dave Lordan – Cathechism: This is a Catholic Country
Q: Why were a hundred thousand children abused?
A: Because this is a catholic country.
Q: Why did the abusers get away with it?
A: Because this...
Dave Lordan – Poem for the anti-Fracking Campaign
Beware the one who talks to you of your children’s future
for he carries an Earthquake machine
that will rubble the lives of your children.
Beware the...