“Fintona” and other poems by Aine MacAodha

Windowless church   My church has no windows in fact it has no doors either and to be fair no altar it has no ordained minister or priest or gospels. Its in my heart, in the starry sky the moon shining over the land its the planets in our solar system the sun when it…

“The Pathologist’s Wife” and other poems by Natalia Spenser

For Sylvia-Down in Adoration   You were Fulbright a seismic enigma the fleet foot hare rising in pastel dusk. It stalked like crows in the breast of a man who sold your head for hapless wanderlust. Your damage was like splintering of glass. Could he not understand what it is to be a milk jug,…