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Recent Additions to The Fired! Archive at RASCAL (QUB)

  The RASCAL database at Queen’s University, Belfast, has hosted Fired! Irish Poets since early February 2019.  Fired! Irish Poets was established in the summer of 2017 to address issues of marginalisation and the neglect of Irish women poets in both the contemporary and historical poetry canon. Recent additions to the database include Eavan Boland (1944-2020): Obituaries and tributes for Eavan Boland, Hidden Collections: The Value of Irish Literary Archives, under the headings, ‘Critical Failures’, ‘The Shape of the literary archive’, ‘Women Writers in the archive’, and ‘The living archive‘, by Lucy Collins for The Irish University Review (50), and Periodical Codes: ‘Centre’, ‘Margin’ and Gender in Poetry Ireland Review during the early 1980s” by Laura Loftus. EDIT: 28/06/2020 Another recent addition to the Fired! archive went live today Why Uncomplicated Recovery Isn’t Enough: Rhoda Coghill, Her Letters, and the Fired! Movement by Kathy D’Arcy. The RASCAL Database is an electronic gateway to research resources relating to Ireland. The site can be used to search or browse information about a wide range of research and special …

“Birthday” and other poems by Kimberly Reyes

  Drink Before the War The bells of St. Fin Barre, off again Five faint chimes and warring finches 2:41am birdsongs sculpt slim air Rollers, tits, a fidgeting pigeon Crashes on a glass ceiling Neck feathers bobbing, weaving warning: No one with roots doubled under Can survive these days I tried             I’ve travelled             I’m tired Maybe lyrebird or starling (Define invasive species?) Can’t tell if it’s a crow or my stomach God protect me her sensual coo   We are all drowned out If you respect the dead and recall where they died by this time tomorrow there will be nowhere to walk —Katie Ford I believe in ghosts Pray for hauntings On the road from my grandmother’s grave Clipping through terrified reforests Kinderschrecks and pelting rain Salt and fog through the veil, ether Eleven speeding hours on I-95 I, alone, wondered Which lands aren’t haunted? South Carolina is hailing blood Whole orphaned babies Where are the living? Five Points            …

A Celebration of Irish women poets on Bloomsday 2020

‘Words Like Stars’ by Roisin Ní Neachtain How they flow unformed Then fix themselves like the stars Shivering and held up Worshipped And I And they Staggering and squawking Sweating and squabbling Night and day Wobbling words Singing Dust Dust Dust Corrosive mantles Wrought to a stain Stain us Stain the water to the earth Hold these shapes in stasis Their lungs sooty and quivering How they wake songs in the trenches And beg for absolution © Roisin Ní Neachtain   Roisin Ní Neachtain is an emerging Irish poet and artist with Asperger’s. Her work is held in international private collections and she runs a blog featuring monthly interviews with women artists. She is currently working on her first collection of poetry. ‘Cegenated’ by Anora Mansour Here is the dusk baby plucked for the reading of luck the tumbledown tarot rhymes menthol and black stubbed grime. Here is the child indigo whose mumbled tale is Esperanto paid for with a slap and a diva’s shriek. And she a frozen caste freak watches the blind elephant …

“Children of Agent Orange” and other poems by Asma Zulfiqar

Mythical Night Oh Night, Oh Calm and Mythical Night, Have you not seen the moon? How bright! ‘Tis not the sun but the twilight, To the earth holding tight. How soothing! Cool and warm in winter’s night, Calling it the noon, ‘‘tis all right’’ See the stars twinkling at height, A moth gently flying around a streetlight. The trees singing in a soft breeze, And their shadows dancing in sweet harmony, Tomorrow night all trees shall freeze, But tonight listen to the crickets humming their lullaby in melody.   Monster in Your House Hold on to the curtains tight, Pull down the bruised red blind, Here it comes in the night, You say it is not right. But someone has got the blight, Blue unseeing eyes that turn white, Let enter nor shine no light. Smiling, stuck in oblivion in fright. Will it all end in demise, Or will you finally escape tonight, You and your child? Stranded on an island Stranded on an island -all alone I was, Lonely I seemed -brief would’ve been …