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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 […]

“After a deadly aerial engagement, a cup of tea” by Shadab Zeest Hashmi

Past the news of war, you sleep in a litter of cacophony knowing the dead will forever bind their miasma to your hair knot their shrouds to every hook in the house, hem the sound of sirens to your head Between tonight’s brocade sky, inked textile of tomorrow, and tomorrow, there will be an hour […]

‘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 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 […]

“Homage To Kinsale” and other poems by Linda Ibbotson

In the Absence of Boundaries – The Third Movement A note from the other side of silence hangs in mid-air blue. Undefined, intangible, unchartered, neither lengthening nor shortening or pulled by gravity’s umbilical chord. I wonder if the wind will carry it in her wings, perhaps into another realm? Is it transcending, tentatively balanced on […]