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 […]Continue reading "‘a song to rest the tired dead’ and other poems by Raine Geoghegan, MA"
Alice and her Stilettoes We always walked faster past her little house on the brae. Every so often she’d scuttle out and snare us, clutching a plastic bag with the highest heels, scuffed and peeling, ready for the cobbler’s vice. Her elfin face powdered, her fuchsia mouth pursed, the stain snaked onto her snaggled teeth, […]Continue reading "“Alice and her Stilettoes” and other poems by Lorraine Carey"
I see the blue, the green, the golden and the red, I have forgotten all the angel said. The flower, the leaf, the meadow and the tree, But of the words I have no memory. I heard the swift, the martin, and the wren, But what was told me, past all thought is gone. The […]Continue reading "‘Angelus’ by Kathleen Raine."
The presence of nature in my winter room With curtains drawn across the clouds and stars, lakes, fells, and green sweet meadows far away Is fire, older and more wild than they. Fire will outlast them all and take them all For into fire the autumn woods must fall. Spring blossoming is the slow combustion […]Continue reading "“Winter Fire” by Kathleen Raine."
Anatomy of Love Your hands quiver along the dead roses of the embossed armchair, its towering sides, pillars to the underworld. You spend your days here, an old spectator of trawlers and rust, spilt oil and empty stomachs, pilothouse lights shine miniature homesteads on concrete. I was the first child to soften your world, your […]Continue reading "“Lost” and other poems by Olivia McGill"