A Celebration of Irish Women Poets on Bloomsday 2014

Eleanor Hooker The Fall   Oh she bared her soul alright; it fell from a star cloud Reigned by Canis Major. They knew it was authentic, It whimpered like an unknown set loose inside a crowd Of urban predators: fierce curs and savage sceptics That roamed in packs. A few select gave shelter in The [...]

‘Carry’ and other poems by Mary Noonan

The Card What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland. – Samuel Beckett, First Love   I’m looking for a card, one that holds the oriole on the black pear tree – will it be brazen or sweet, junebug or whippoorwill, Tupelo or Baton Rouge? [...]