leave this death alone, by Candi V. Auchterlonie

purple blue thistle   ghosts/ghosting mouths they’re pulling purple blue thistle/our heads prickle their grey thumbs. the un-holdable bouquet/clamped with their veil of see through teeth blood is not blood it is a shadow veining the natural light that our eyes fail to adjust to and our glossy mouths fail to lipsynch the weeded purply…

Poems by Doireann Ní Ghríofa

Swallows The knitting needles drew melodies from silence as stitches seemed to follow one another like swallows alighting upon a wire, watching the tiny dress of softest yellow wool grow like a sunrise waiting for she who waited within. She, who came and left all too soon. Stretched and stitched, I lie empty, raw, alone…

A Saturday Woman Poet, Kate Dempsey

It’s What You Put Into It   For Grace   On the last day of term you brought home a present, placed it under the tree, a light, chest-shaped mystery wrapped in potato stamped paper intricate with angels and stars.   Christmas morning you watched as we opened it, cautious not to tear the covering.…

Two Poems by Colette Ní Ghallchóir.

The Spark of Joy / Dealan an Aoibhnis When I lit the sparkler long ago on the hearth, I ran the house with it screaming with delight. They scolded me, but grandfather said, ‘Let her be, let her be, there is no use talking. She will always light any flame she wishes.’ by Colette Ní…