Maggie Mackay

      A Space of Her Own A thirty-year-old woman walks into the wee sma’ hours of a December night. Snow is light on her hair and the back garden shrubs. It thickens. The sky turns white. She stands still. Her boots are coated, and the heels disappear....

Short Poems Feature II

      Cremation morning after your cremation   I wake no calls to make to stethoscopes or wreathes your bones no longer at any postcode watch black smoke clouds from neighbours’ chimneys   ghosts how can your blood now be this urn of ash to lick my...

Jemma Walsh

    Siberian Larkspur     Jemma Walsh is an Irish poet based in London. She is currently doing an MA in Creative and Life Writing at Goldsmiths College. Her work has been published in The Irish Times, Moth Magazine, HOWL Magazine, Crossways...

Cormac Culkeen

    Quiet Joy   Stay silent under eyes of stars quietly watching,   the cat slinks by my house, pads slow, wary,   a mouse like a dreamer’s sleep in her mouth.   Single light from a top window opens its shadows.   She leaps with...