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November 19, 2020

A Present and Future Love

The midnight cravings come crawling, creeping. The way an old lover slips sighing into new sheets After a long day’s long work, so far away. And you feel..

November 19, 2020

Whirlwind

As ..

November 19, 2020

Sleepy Call for Revolution

We could beso much moreYet here we are. Sleepless, because the President of America,Said it’s okayTo maim,stand back,stand by. The realisation it’s all been a..

November 19, 2020

Baily

Craggy rocks and gloomy caves,The stony shore, its glistening wavesThat roll and fall and tumble and twist and turn and slowly, silky, smoothly sweep across..

November 19, 2020

Freshwater

{by Jodie Doyle} Jackie almost drowned last spring but we’re not supposed to talk about it.Still her skin is still slick wet. And sometimes it..

November 19, 2020

Shillelagh

The wind blows a different way in Shillelagh. The souls before me burrow to the crust, unbecoming, dissolution to dust, and their heat, stolen, burns through me.I stand..

November 19, 2020

Euphoria Is When An Angel Sings

i saw you gliding overhead, a guardian — no! a saviour! — supported by your wondrous widespread wings. your notes flowed, soft and smoothly, then crescendoed,..

November 19, 2020

Fag (noun, informal)

{By Liam Heitmann-Ryce} He pulled his lips off my throat but left his hand on my balls. Looping the other arm around my shoulders, he..

November 19, 2020

The Game’s End

{by Ilianna Gonzalez} She was going to Hell. Elizabeth had been to Hell before. She had been there time and time again. The first time she was there, she was known as Eurydice.

November 19, 2020

Siberia Heights

{by Adrian Fingleton} I’d say they’re talking a lot of bull, considering that six weeks later I’m standing here on the side of this mountain on Saint Patrick’s Day, and the wind coming down from the Wicklow Gap would cut you in half.

November 19, 2020

Clockwork

{by Ethan Dodd} Every part of Tobias’ tall, slender frame was covered in grime and dirt.

November 19, 2020

Rings and Doves

{by Clare O’Sullivan} Snobs, Fuckin Snobs! What did I ever do to them? Igor reread the embossed wedding invitation, with the two white doves on its cover, that was left on the kitchen table.

November 19, 2020

In Bloom

{by Éimhín O’Connor} It woke through her fingertips. She touched in beats of four but not at first. Then she pressed down once quickly. It..

November 19, 2020

Forever Hold Your Peace

{by Christopher Black} Connor snuck around the back of the church, trying to blend in with a group of decorators who were carrying immense, gaudy flower arrangements inside. His trousers were too short, and he could feel the cold morning air on his bare, exposed ankles as he bounded up the church steps two at a time