January Poetry

Mo hata – Ava Ní Loingsigh   Look, keep your warm calloused hands and your smiling eyes, Keep those sea wet salty eyebrows under Connemara skies, Keep the easy-going attitude “Beidh gach rud ceart go lóir,” Stay there and sit in factor 50 on the sandy shore Keep the dances we danced together and try to dance like me Think of Fionnán eating lunch in … Continue reading January Poetry

Conversations in a Radicalised System

Tony O’Halloran Conversations in a Radicalised System ‘Settle down. Stop fighting for your gods, They can’t hear you now, Not with the noise of your guns’ Entrenched, his righteous brigade, once no-man-fathomed. Now it is frightful, sheer, lacking no conviction, exacting reverence: You are either with us or against but never in between. Ignorance is our enemy, resistance our kerosene. Inextricably, her cause consumes, splinters … Continue reading Conversations in a Radicalised System

The Painter

  A brief canvas of obsession and compulsion Etched blackened veins in strokes Of leaden paint. The painter in his madness portrayed chaos. What he thought were masterpieces were merely the manipulations of the claws that trickled up his spine, sending signals to his ailing wrists. One day he stood back, stooped in calmed breath, the lights turned mellow in his studio observing yet another … Continue reading The Painter

The Caged Quill

Words: Rosie Howe Embracing solitude for warmth Cold winters bite my lonely soul Which lies susceptible and vulnerable Without a protector or comfort. My nib scratches the surface of silence, Tearing away all society. Am I alone? Guarded by none but a pen for a kukri and ink for venom?   Open are the wounds of my words, The wounds of my heart? Stagnant. My … Continue reading The Caged Quill