As we move to this newly designed site, we are keen to maintain the onscreen integrity of the poems and prose we publish …
Between My Father and the King
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My father fought in the First World War that used to be called ‘Great’ until the truth of its greatness was questioned and the denial of its greatness accepted.
Worthless Men
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After one long winter dredging the waterways for Meek’s Steam Navigation Company, and a second short summer hauling ice …
The Wounds
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Betrayal begins at home, a fine-boned fledgling,
blown-in through your window, heart a-shiver.
Soundtrack for the End of the World
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‘Promise me leaf-blowers will cut out first,
Spinning in sparkless Catherine Wheels
Then dying like blue-bottles.’
Watergate
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I try to sleep on Miriam’s silk divan, can’t, and walk far in a snowstorm to some 24 hour porn booth …
Two Poems
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For a good half hour this morning, from five
till the mobile’s ringtone woke me in a sweat,
I was young again and Mammy was alive.
Ghost
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My sister Ailsa didn’t talk much. She didn’t want to. It was because she listened instead, and she watched.
Two Poems
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The kumquat tree you brought for me
from Florida, it likes the sun, you said,
so I found a place outside
Rich Jim
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Karen starts it. ‘Tell you who’s got loads of money,’ she says, ‘that Jim. Hasn’t he, Des? Bloody minted he is.’
Three Poems
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If what wakes you of a sudden, past midnight
are the war or mating calls from roaming kids