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“mia council casa es tu council casa” and other poems by Ali Whitelock

i am the sea that january. prestwick beach. the sea heaves. swallows herself down like cough syrup in thick slow gulps. we’d sat on this rock just two days before, both of us with our backs to the world staring out across and into the thickness. i counted a thousand and one seagulls that day watched them huddle together, balance like storks on a single orange leg the other nestled up in the warmth of their soft white bellies as they, with uncharacteristic patience, waited for the rain that would surely fall and when the wind whipped up, andrew jumped from our rock pulled his emerald green kite from his rucksack tore off down the desolate beach his kite ploughing a trench in the sand behind him, eager for the gust that would lift it to where it wanted to be and every few seconds he’d turn around and run backwards untangling cords and calling out across the increasing distance between us, ‘c’mon on ali! c’mon!’ and i heeded his call, jumped from our rock …

“Muiris” and other poems by Victoria Cosgrove

Killaclug IV I sat in a river in the land of the bad faeries up the country somewhere in County Cork When I dove in, the cold water stung my skin like an angry wasp— or a punishing whip— before settling me into it’s cool embrace. Calm. I tried to swim but the river bed is too shallow; filled with silt and stones and the bodies of warring brothers and changeling babies that washed in during the winter storms. Shallow graves in a shallow riverbed in the land of the Bad Faeries. When the river speaks it tells me the secrets the locals keep; but you have to listen. No one listens anymore. I sit on the bed of the brothers and the changeling babies and the water is cold and the breeze is sharp and the river speaks.   Muiris I am not a poet; words do not flow freely from my brain to a pen to a page. I am not a poet. My vocabulary is academic and varied, but my words arrange …

‘Everything’ and other poems by Evelyn Moloney

1. Everything   It’s truly a chaotic thing to suddenly see   starlight, heaven and everything   in someone’s eyes   2. Sky   The sky spilled sadness into paper cups   and   lilac clouds soaked up the dreams of a thousand grey print press people   with their coffee stained sleeves, keyboard click steps and empty minds   3. Pull   I wish I could pull all the sad out of you out through your chest   I’d fill up the empty spaces with flowers   chrysanthemum cardiac tissue your whole heart plastered in every pretty petal   As if I could bandage an entire botanical garden of happy blooming in your bloodstream   4. Crash   Oh my poor whole world is crashing down in stinging purple spark explosions and salty little girl tears that I can hear the sound of each time I’ve ever wished on pastel birthday cake candles   distorted, flooding   rushing like icy water, wish wish wish   5. Dizzy   My world is always sunset and …

bind; a waking book by C. Murray

Originally posted on Poethead:
They and I, O how far we have fallen! Just to burn here. ? You can now order bind via Turas Press bind cover photograph is © Christian Caller, original artwork Bound / Boundless © Salma Ahmad Caller bind (Turas Press, 2018) was launched in Dublin on October the 8th 2018. I include here, with thanks, some details from artist Salma Caller’s response to the text. This is a note of thanks and appreciation to those people who have supported the book from the outset. Liz McSkeane, at Turas Press has written an introduction here  She has taken me through the process beautifully, including a visit to the type-setter, discussions on the visual art aspect of the book, and at all times she has kept me up to speed with the process. Turas is a new press, I urge poets to explore the possibility of publishing there. Eavan Boland very kindly read the text and provided an endorsement for me, I am very grateful to her for responding to the text. I have…

bind; a waking book by C. Murray

They and I, O how far we have fallen! Just to burn here.  You can now order bind via Turas Press bind cover photograph is © Christian Caller, original artwork Bound / Boundless © Salma Ahmad Caller from the Irish Times I am a poet without a landscape, a woman poet without a narrative heritage. I began tracing the huge startling landscape of US and European women’s poetry while in college. I could not find its equivalent here in Ireland. bind reflects the facts of absence and fragmentation in my poetry landscape, and the absence of women poets in our cultural narrative. bind is a book-length poem loosely divided into chapters. These chapters act as boundaries within the action of the poem and provide gateways to differing aspects of the processes inherent in bind. The title of the book takes its name from the triple hyphenation that occurs irregularly within the first chapter. bind explores movement, objects and colours that occur in a no-place or a stasis, the fragmented landscape,   bind   if there are birds …