contemporary poetry

soon you won't know me at all you sang if i had my life to live over i’d still do the same things again and our eyes fell on you like nostalgia on an aul yellowed snap raymond left and you spiraled in slow descent with your…

Professor Crowbar is an expert in crowbars, he's Head of Crowbar Studies. As a child they were all he cared about - drew picture after picture and pinned 'em to the walls, his bedroom a shrine to the crowbar. Fell in love with a…

Ache I am for stories The aching slip, slide As characters bump against each other The almost, maybes I am for telling stories One day I will tell you ours Unsure if you will recognise it For I added a sunset here and there And…

days pass (i) and you will find you cannot help but put a name on the things you love to show everyone you knew what they were you don’t even like salt but you liked the rock solid of him the pool of moisture on his top lip…

Tess A shirt in Goodwill on Van Ness The label: Tess. You walked by A ghost in the aisle Peak-collared dress. It was vintage The shirt. You would’ve worn it If you were American, Bless.

The Boy Who Lost An Eye Marble-like but squishy it rolled out the door one night as he slept. It rolled down hills and up hills. People waved at it from cars and aeroplanes. It blinked and kept on rolling. Hawks and owls flew…

Cradle If I could I would give you that painting there Two lambs alone on a mountain top Seven tiny bronze balloons To suspend along your wall Blocks of glass too The colour of jelly tots After you suck the sugar off A granite pig…

Éamon Mag Uidhir is a Dubliner living in County Kildare. He has had poems published recently in Cyphers, The Moth, Crannóg, Revival, The SHOp, The Caterpillar, and Skylight47, and online in Misty Mountain Review and Burning Bush II. He…

As is often want to happen, the Sunday paper had arrived with a literary supplement. The supplement in question was entitled “Poems that make Grown Men Cry” and upon glancing the title my friend Alison immediately thought of me. After…

putting on my glasses and looking at my comfort zone i stare slant at the regulars shuddering in at 10am with their burst capillaries and boiled ham skin i don’t hate them or feel bad it is what it is they sit, swap racing…