by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 26, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Sunflowers a friend messaged me: “every time I see sunflowers, I think of you” and somehow, that was all I needed to remember that somewhere in this world I still bloom in someone else’s mind. Fran Hayden is an emerging poet and...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 25, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
At Sea Both cast out to sea, I wonder – did your ashes ever meet? It was under the same sun setting, although years and miles apart. My grandmother, loosened slowly into Cardigan Bay under a Hay Moon. My best friend, spread across a bed...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 24, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Well after Thomas A Clark when the people are gone and the wooden house has been burned down to recover its nails for a short while afterwards there may flourish a small orchard and a well blinking at the sky Mark Rutter’s poems have appeared in...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 23, 2026 | Poetry, Uncategorized
Not for me Glasnevin Nor its Irish revolutionaries. Not for me the slate rain on my headstone for ten months of the year and intermittent showers in the other two. Not for me the tomb of Irish soil. Put me on a plane and let me make one last...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 22, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Why don’t you eat pork? If you don’t believe in God, my friend says, why don’t you eat pork? I have no answer for her. I have only the blue-tacked mezuzah stuck to the doorway of my bedroom, the dried wax still wedged in stubborn clots ...
