I have never felt it so clearly: the field of independent, potential affirmatives, the ‘yes’, the ‘yeses’ to all of the pleasure and power, freedom, purpose and desire that is mine to choose and discover.
Category: Creative Writing
ONE POEM – Gerry Stewart
The fluttering ribbon of blue
outside my window deepens
but holds fast to the birches.
Sustenance – Katy Thornton
Deirdre Murphy died on the 11th June, exactly three years after she should have died of a stroke. She was a despicable old bat, a snobby try hard, an utter sour puss, to name a few of her nicknames.
INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY – 8 posts by inspiring women
To celebrate International Women’s Day, we have collated eight of our most accessed posts by women.
ONE POEM – James Ducat
My friend the tarot reader repeats,
but she is a little drunk,
translucent fingers unfurling,
while shade, levered by branches,
TWO POEMS – Daniel Bennett
We toured the backstreets of the old town,
inside the bright cinema of midday sun.
In the plaza, edgy restaurateurs
offered squid ink and pickled meat,
and the households of grand families
competed in a war of bougainvillea.
ONE POEM – María Paula Currás
make it prescient like fried curly hair
and bold image
warhol-bright so your eyes explode
in a glimpse of ba-ba-boom
ONE POEM – Stephen House
we keep walking
maybe fearful of touching
in front of others
unable to be completely who we are
two men with love
happily growing older
together
TWO POEMS – L.T. Pelle
the genre of god
is locksmith and that’s
why neon is always
looking for a sign :
TWO POEMS – Seán Kennedy
A pipe at the edge of Kilcock’s new estate
pushes translucent waste into the canal;
the colourless essence of the town’s inhabitants
perhaps, infused with aloe vera
as most things are these days;
Foxglove – Kathryn Tann
You caught me, Foxglove, with your upright colour. You turned me from the river thinking I had been alone. I liked your pale and speckled belly, and the tiny fragile hairs guarding your mouth.
ONE POEM – Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon
Most of my life-years,
you were already dead. Even in our brief overlap
you were not known to me.
