“Síle Na Gig” and other poems by Libby Hart

  Agatha Most paintings portray you as a placid woman bearing a salver, as if you were offering cupcakes, rather than the two breasts that were sheared from your body. If there is anguish, it’s half-hearted. If there is blood, it’s a thimbleful. Such feeble depictions of brutal revenge. Some say you were then rolled [...]

“Stagehand” and other poems by Jade Riordan

Old Ink A glass mountain to sip from the laments lost deep in the earth A ladder to climb home again A heap of gold en years through which the light shone in O see the open window rot hurt ribbon of all that had happened O rejoice still We have lived The above poem [...]