July
By Margarita Serafimova
One morning when I was an object of desire by the gilded sea,
the wind was making exquisite waves,
and a man took a picture so as not to forget.
The sunset was…
The Particular Bearing of Cows’ Tails
(Pour Pierre et Nic)
by Chris Connolly
The rain (I am sorry to bring it up)
falls like shivers down spines
kamikaze attackers against rattling glass.
It will be the opening…
Colm Keegan isn’t the sort of person you’d suspect would be one of Ireland’s leading spoken word and contemporary poets. You would never guess that he’s been shortlisted for multiple Hennessey’s, is the Dun Laoghaire/Rathdown Writer in…
Sarah Clancy, being all kinds of awesome, agreed to meet me for an interview in a small café in Galway last month. I had met her once before, at an Over The Edge reading, when I was but a young lass, and she had complimented a poem I had…