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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Barbara Ungar – PRIVILEGE (or, WHY WE CALL THE LAKE BDE MAKA SKA)

I am swimming on this hot May day on a deserted beach in my white skin I learned to swim in Minneapolis lakes, one named after...

Ray Bradbury – Farewell Summer

The Enchanted Summer tells the story of Tom, Doug, John and other kids (and adults) who live in Green Town, a small town in...

“Deep Red” by Dario Argento

We attended a parapsychology conference in Rome. In that same room, Helga Ulmann (Macha Méril), a German medium, felt the presence of a person...

Tom Phillips – Poetry is the new rock’n’roll

None of us really wants it, do we? Poetry is the new rock’n’roll – the fame, the fortune, the snowdrifts of cocaine? The megastores stuffed with slim...

Tom Phillips

Tom Phillips was born in Buckinghamshire in 1964. He is a freelance writer and guest lecturer at various British and Balkan universities. He has...