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 – […]
I
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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Barbara Ungar – Your Mother Serves Tongue
How could you
put another creature’s tongue
into your mouth? How could you
bite, chew, swallow?
Cannibal. Obscene.
How could you
tell the difference
between a cow’s tongue and its delicious
rump?...
Iliyana Deleva – The wall’s memory
‘Red’s shadow is brown’ –
graffiti
on the wall of the National Academy
of the Arts.
It’s not there now.
The wall’s been repainted since then,
and other graffiti has...
Iliyana Deleva – Home
after every poetry workshop
slivers of poetry remain
today the theme is home
I leave a piece of home
in the hospital ward
at visiting time
Translated by Tom Phillips
Original...
Patrick Süskind – Perfume
Paris, 1738: the fish market. Here, in the smelliest place of the smelliest city in the world, was born Jean-Baptiste Grenuille, the perfume genius.
From...
Iliyana Deleva – Translator
Reveals the secret stones
of the tongue.
And of silence.
Lays hold of meanings.
Translates them into words.
Pulls us against the current.
Reaches the vortex.
Catches fish and releases them.
Plock!
Translated...
