Claire Loader
Claire Loader was born in New Zealand and spent several years in China before moving to County Galway, Ireland. Her work has appeared in various...
Elizabeth Power – Dust
It takes half a week to write about a woman with a shoe fetish, but I persist. The smell of leather, low slung heels...
Elizabeth Power – The Burning of the Women of Cong
T’were well we met and wet the times
Before the pogrom started
T’were circle light that eased our plight
And made our futures certain.
Twere often got at...
Elizabeth Power
Elizabeth Power has a BA (hons) in Women’s Studies from National University of Galway, Ireland (1996) and an (hons) MA in Writing (2007) She...
Aoife Casby – […]
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Beginning with desire the text was made.
Sex.
Ex.
The thing is to write and not to be afraid.
X.
The resistible idea of kissing. Starts in belly, locks...
Aoife Casby – Shrine
We have been lifetimes constructing, not ourselves,
but the make-up of the place we thought we ought to be.
Offered magic to wells,
influence to...
Aoife Casby – What Happens In The Hours In Between?
12:17 p.m. July 6th Liverpool
Got these pyjamas new yesterday. They’re unlived in. It's years since I've had pyjamas. You know, they're the sort of...
Aoife Casby
Aoife’s short fiction and poetry has been published in The Dublin Review, The Stinging Fly, Banshee, ‘Noir by Noir-West’ (Arlen House), Ropes, The Cúirt...
Louise Nealon – The Possibility of Snow
It was embarrassing at first, when they didn’t know each other. The postwoman would say hello and Miriam would say I’m grand even though...
Louise Nealon
Louise Nealon is a writer from Co Kildare. In 2017, she won the Seán Ó Faoláin International Short Story Competition and was the recipient...
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Claire Loader – Qetesh
A goddess sits at the end of my bed,
visits these nights of waking.
Where thoughts run
more than fingers, hands wary
of the divide.
Instead we turn...
Ellen Bass – Indigo
As I’m walking on West Cliff Drive, a man runs
toward me pushing one of those jogging strollers
with shock absorbers so the baby...
Charles Dickens – A tale of two cities
“Read Dickens, he is the master of us all”
I would define myself as Cartesio’s son: doubt lives within me.
I doubt that people’s actual skills...
Claire Loader – we said goodbye on a wednesday
did you still exist before i woke
before the need to pee
put you on a collision course
with gravity
before you danced with me in...
Ellen Bass: the best of oneself must shine like stellar dust
I have not yet read the complete work of Ellen Bass but I find her one of the most interesting contemporary authors for the...
