Through The Trees I See Three baby deer play tag on our property, darting around and against each other, very cheerful, very invincible during this cool September morning, just as the light breaks through and day remains smudged and the grass is still wet. That moment right before the quivering world dies down, hardens, grows [...]
Category: A Saturday Woman Poet
An Tine Bheo – The Burning Fire, and other poems by Áine Uí Fhoghlú
An Cailín i Siopa na mBláth Osclaíonn sí agus dúnann sí dallóga gach lá análann sí cumhracht criosantamam is gasanna féachann thart uirthi mar a seasann dhá rós déag dearg go dóchasach ina mbuicéad stáin bláthaíonn gach séasúr in éineacht ina gairdín scarann na tiúlaipí a mbeola is beireann scéalta ón ísiltír chúici néataíonn sí [...]
“Time” by Fidel Hogan Walsh and Julie Corcoran
2020, Memories Blinded in a winter’s dread no prophet foresaw. Spring’s new life erupted into a chaos of fear. Desolation replaced the warmth of a hug. Children banished from our everyday lives! Ahh, the blessings — a swift journey home to the unexpected happiness under one roof. Chatter, laughter — a family enduring dark days [...]
Poems from ‘Massacre of the Birds’ by Mary O’Donnell
Mary O'Donnell reads from Massacre of the Birds - 2 from Conor O'Hagan on Vimeo. Against the Vanishing Hollywood Lake, Co Monaghan 1.On the lakeshoreof conscience I stand.God help me. Certain that in Argentina,a woman also stands,nature-struck. My unknown companionwill recognise waterfowl,marvel at grebes, flamingos, as I too greet the ducksand moorhensof this drumlin lake. [...]
Poems from “Some Lives” by Leeanne Quinn
Cave of the Firbolg (Nano Reid, oil on board) Not even a trespass of sky to compromise the dark where blood beats in the body of the heart. Nobody thinks, Why do we do this? The nervous system ferries its thin shards of glass down among the clay, where the blunt flint of the soul [...]
