A Tree's First Frost
By David O'Sullivan
I feel for you
this cold morning
your old die,
all around, sadness.
Then with both hands
I hold, comfort
your extremities.
Painful to my hands…
Bath With Bump
By Irene Halpin Long
I lie in the water.
Is mise an Blascaod Mór
and you are a pebble
deep within my belly.
My hair is a sea anemone,
fanned and filtered,
waving at the ceiling’s…
In limbo
by Angela Washington
Curled up in bed
a tiny shrunken foetal figure
white hair on white pillow
her body scarcely there
swamped by white covers
still as death
in limbo
stuck
in a no man’s…
After All
by Hiram Larew
For some reason
you think in a different way as soon as
you go outside.
It doesn’t make any difference
if you’re in the city
or far up in the hills.
It doesn’t matter if there is time or not
or…
Mapping a New Reality
By Siobhan MacMahon
When all the old paths
have been concreted over,
the way forgotten,
when words shape-shift
beneath your feet,
spelling another reality,
when you…
Let us go then, you and I
By Bernadette Gallagher
to look at a spider’s web
in the fog of a spring morning
to see a cat’s tail shoot up
as you approach
to see the sun lift the mist
from the valley
to hear a letter…
I think you an Ira
By Eyiamoni Apeji
Today, I think you an Ira,
with curly hair
and giant palms
I think you tall
and funny
and full of warmth
I think you happier than…
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Two Lines Meet
By Sageanne Senneff
triangular patterns form on your hands
kaleidoscoping
under the light from the window
another tock sounds from the wall
draped in dust
sun breaks through the…
A Breaststroke Through Amber
by David Morris
The clock
won't keep its hands
behind glass.
Alarms in rank
ready to run
the meter.
Water summons sleep;
has it scatter on tile.
The duvet a ghost blanket.…