Today’s choice
Previous poems
Ian Hickey
Stop
When the half-light drops below the horizon
the birth of darkness comes and I can see
myself in the mirror of the moon
madness shining in the moonlight
The birdsong gone The hedges
silent The world edges
to a place of no
return and I’m
trying to
tell it
stop
.
Ian Hickey lives in County Clare, Ireland. He was winner of the Waterford Poetry Prize in 2022. His poetry has appeared in The Waxed Lemon, The Belfast Review and The Stony Thursday Book.
Sally Michaelson
Heads under bonnets
mechanics catch a wiff
of a girl passing
Carmen Marcus
extract from The Keen Is ar scath a Chéile a mhaireann na daoine: It is in the shadow of each other we live. Watching with the dying. Travelling with the dead. Phyllida Anam-Áire; The Celtic Book of Dying, Findhorn Press, Vermont, 2022 Àite...
Nina Parmenter
When The Threat of Hell Failed
God created the lanyard,
Bel Wallace
Month by month I felt my muscles harden
these hefty horns grew from my long skull
Stephen Keeler
Something about arriving somewhere new
just as afternoon is leaving . . .
Geraldine Stoneham
The silence and peace of this place
creeps through on birdsong.
Emma Lee
The instruction invites overthinking:
describe your hometown through
the medium of simple sentences
Vanessa Napolitano
I ask my father to dinner, pretending he is still alive,
ask him what he’d like. He says a pork chop which is not
something I know how to cook.
David Forrest
I don’t know why you bother with poetry Vlad mutters as he adjusts the current in the magnets, forcing them to rhyme with each other.