Today’s choice
Previous poems
Tim Dwyer
Unexpectedly
My neighbour
opens her window
for fresh salty air
Along the lough
the first ferry in daylight
skims silently by
A strange bird
with brilliant markings
soars by my window—
I imagine a miracle
that carries illness away.
Tim Dwyer’s debut collection, Accepting The Call (templarpoetry.com), has won the Straid Collection Award. His Japanese form and longer poetry appears in Irish, UK and international journals and anthologies. Originally from Brooklyn, NY, he now lives in Bangor, Northern Ireland.
Paul Chuks
Newton didn’t discover gravity
The apple did.
Lola Dekhuijzen
the window is a derivative landscape
painting: streaks of blue for a sky,
Rupert Loydell
With the completion of mindset
my life is in order, two weeks after
the day before.
Rachael Hill
Those times my tongue becomes a lemon
filling my mouth with bitter pith
John Doyle
I hide a knife amongst a bush longing to burn,
days like these are plots from a heathen’s bible.
William Coniston
My second cousin twice removed arrived in May
at her old nest in the eaves of the ruined barn.
Simon Williams
A white cloak that folds like a shopping bag,
like a Pac-a-mac with pagan overtones,
much larger when unfolded than a pocket,
a TARDIS of a cloak.
Emma Page
I grow shoots, acid green;
climb the walls,
surprise myself.
Mary McQueen
It’s starts in utero, painted wood carvings thick as a
finger, gift
wrapped in nostalgia.