By Sighle Meehan Long before the goats there was a shadow,a breath, yes in the beginning a breathsifted light from dark, washed the dustwith rain, drew a sun in a big round sky.Made clay. Before the ballerina hooves, in the wildhoodof the goats, there were rivers,rock and forest, where birds – did I not say […]

By Tom French Because they love him and want him to liveand know in their hearts he will leave this roomby neither window nor door, they have ordainedthat the lintel that has been always there be raised, the sill lowered and the oak frame,fashioned to last a lifetime, be replacedwith one that runs so close […]

By Michael Farry Each thin line of fresh blood on my foreheadis an insignia of ageI claim, my genetic baldness, ambushed and bledstanched by paper scrap or band aidno shame. When the mischievous imp scrawls graffitileaves his conspicuous messageI blame a careless car boot lid, something sneakysuspended in the shed, a straywindow frame or missed […]

By Terese Coe He made it all too phony about affection,made it all too creepy about using women,made it all too Don Juan about his alleged amours,all too evident he was twisted and alltoo dull when anyone interrupted him byso little as a word,he made it all too mercenary,and sick, finally, lying over and overand […]