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...
Liz Quirke – Waiting Room
There is a room wide as a football pitch
and narrow as a cupboard.
Off to one side, a low table bears lever arch folders
a person...
Liz Quirke
Liz Quirke lives in Spiddal, Co Galway with her wife and daughters and is a PhD candidate at NUI Galway. Her debut poetry collection...
Aoibheann McCann – Sanctuary
Limbo
You will not tell me how you got here. You cannot tell me how you got here, but I do not even ask. Why...
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...