Bilbao Here we go merrily playing coffin games again the dead will out Have you seen the glass furnaces of Bilbao? How pretty in the sky at night those hypnotising spumes of purple green and blue but oh how putrid her river How many times have we buried her now? and each times…
Dispersal By Frances Holloway The clouds roll up in dairy scoops the anvil and the tower blowflies die their tiny deaths and thirsty gums shed flowers the silence falls, no magpie calls and then it moves- the whisper wind to rattling applause Dispersal is © Frances Holloway Pomonal Publishing, 2014 Frances…
The House of Altogether Nothing The countryside in which it stands Is broken with large jagged rocks. Its trees are dark, from northern lands, Whose branches scratch the sky; boney bough knocks One against the other. Cold winds finger through Odd strands of captured human hair, Torn newspaper strips look as if they grew Amongst…
My letter to the Editor regarding how we treat heritage in Ireland, published July 30 2014. Sir, – It is now more than 10 years since Martin Cullen TD abolished Dúchas, the Heritage Service. Our national and built monuments are not adequately protected. When I questioned the OPW decision to allow filming on Skellig Michael,…
the subtle flavouring of fish tesserae of names dull mustard fiery gold flames organics of mushroom tea gaudy/ Gaudi/ lace/ paste St Audrey/ rust/ blood/ lace yes, tawdry lace ….I can use that. round and round the mulberry bush oranges/ bees/ fish/ old chain letter/ old poems stuck together/ spermed-together/…
