Soon “Let’s get together soon,” without setting a date is the tactic we always use to keep others on the line without actually giving of our time. You’ve made it clear you don’t have time for me, so why would I tell you my secret when everything would have to change? I’m torn. I’ll […]
Bitter Gourd The dense green is a nice photo-op I hold the mobile in my hand As I look around for something that grabs my attention I notice a bitter gourd hanging beautifully The leaves creeping here and there Entwining with the dead branches fallen all over Hues of green and brown I see another […]
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Christine Murray lives in Dublin with her two children Tadhg and Anna. Her poetry has been widely published, both in print and online, in chapbooks, anthologies, and journals. She founded and edits Poethead; A Poetry Site that is dedicated to platforming work by women poets, their translators, and editors. She is…
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Irish Grant me the right of way over the cornstair to your sleep, right of way over the path of sleep, the right to cut turf on the shelf of the heart, come morning. by Paul Celan Irish is by Paul Celan from Fathomsuns and Benighted, trans Ian Fairley. Carcanet Books, 2001. ?
Your Silence. I have kept this brand of violence in my heart, A broken strange sort of shard, That is unrelentingly hard, That is as pale as western sunlight, Covered by western clouds. Painting your house, In strange colours For my eyes to digest – Quiet memories, Of your strangely coloured pain. It was silent, […]