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“Beochaoineadh Máthar Maoise” and other poems by Ellen Nic Thomás

Beochaoineadh Máthar Maoise A dhílleachta linbh gan ainm, gan athair, Do chraiceann ar aondath le humha an nathair, A lúbann timpeall do thaobhán uiríseal, Mar bhata ceannródaí is sníomhanna sisil. Is trua liom ciseán do dhóchas a fhíochán, Do dhán a chaitheamh i bpoll an duibheagáin, D’eiseadh a chruthú ar bhunús baill séire, ‘Nois tá […]

‘a song to rest the tired dead’ and other poems by Raine Geoghegan, MA

Romanichals in the 1950’s(i) covels packed chavies scrubbed clean me rackley’s bal washed with panni the grai grizhomed holled (ii) opre and gel on dikk the next atchin tan a fellow chal pookers kushti bokt   Romani words: Romanichals – English Romanies; Covels – belongings; Chavies – children; rackley’s – girls; Grai – horses; Grizhomed […]

‘A Glass of Tea, a View of the Atlas’ by Shadab Zeest Hashmi

Trade An assortment of crooked and straight arrows for the crest of a bulbul or a handful of sesame Uncut turquoise for juices of scorpions and glow worms A dozen poisons for an embroidered collar/ a pinch of saffron/ abalone knob Spotted eggs for knotted shoes Peacock feathers for beet sugar How much fur will […]

‘A Meeting With Myself’ and other poems by Wasekera C. Banda

Vulnerability Raise the fallen, walk over them. Fear the consequences of a kind action, undermine the impact of a bad deed. Maybe there’s more to life, maybe there isn’t. Fight the oppressor, break the chains. Remain slaves? These haunting memories, these hopeless days, These hopeful dreams. Light a candle, say a prayer. Doubt! Close the […]

‘Cleaving a Puzzle-Tree’ and other poems by Doireann Ní Ghríofa

Cleaving a Puzzle-Tree   1.   I didn’t see my grandmother’s tree in Chile, araucaria araucana, though they grow tall there and are many. I must have walked under them every day, tripped over their seeds, but I didn’t think of her, oceans away, standing in a square of green, raking leaves around her monkey […]

“Wormhole Kiss” and other poems by Patricia Walsh

Dead to Cliché An apocryphal stain, hanging around classes Gulping up refreshments in a bold eye Windows of opportunity shun entitlement A rainy reason cuts across the sky. Terror pervades the burning opportunity To declare oneself fit for purpose Relief after paperwork and a spell’s decorum Bureaucratic selves taunting the figure. Not to be disturbed, […]