Ember
by Rebecca O Connor.
” The sky is the white smoke of a quenched fire,
and his heart is loose, poor George.
Peppa says he must stay in bed for three years,
which is what passes for a weekend here.
My heart too is loose, needs its noose tightened.
And just as I say this the sun seeps wetly through
to remind me that something smoulders,
something still burns.”
by Rebecca O Connor
The Moth, arts and literature magazine
The moth, arts and literature magazine is linked at the end of this short introductory. I picked up my copy at the newsagent at Easons in Heuston station. It proved a very popular read on holiday and I barely got my hands on it. I wondered whether I should just link a poem or mention the art, but like all good magazines , it is how the whole is edited, rather than the plucking from it of tidbits or tasters that makes it work as a publication.
Poems are by Daragh Breen (whose poetry appears on Poethead ) Paul Keenan, Mairéad Donnellan ,Tishani Doshi , Evan Costigan, Bernard O Donoghue, Helena Nolan, lorraine Mariner , Peter Fallon and Jessica Traynor.
More poems are by Rebecca O Connor, Richard W. Halperin , Andrew Elliot and Niamh Boyce. The magazine is replete with limpid images by Ralph Kiggell, Bill Griffin, Nathalie Lete and Theresa Ruschan. Short fiction, Interviews, and a Shane Connaughton play also form the body of the magazine.
Related links
- http://www.themothmagazine.com/
- http://poethead.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/currach-oars-and-alice-mahers-sculptures-in-the-afterlife-by-daragh-breen/
