Nightfalls. Creatures are on the move, Leaping, dancing, diving, digging, loving that’s the art of living, that’s the art of dying. Machines are slowing down Cars, trains, ships, aeroplanes I’m coming in now to land, from all those names the Pacific, the Wild Atlantic way, the Mediterranean, the Indian and Arctic Oceans the South China … Read more
Inferno in the Alpine foothills of Northern Italy near Vercelli and Biella, Piedimont. [Best_Wordpress_Gallery id=”40″ gal_title=”NoComment: Inferno in the Alpine foothills of Northern Italy near Vercelli and Biella.”] https://cargocollective.com/francescotaurisano/BIO
‘Descend the stairs, bend your legs, melting one by one. / Open your mouth to the snake in the sand, swallowing you one by one.’ So begins the first single from our latest album. It’s one of my treasured moments in the meandering Loafing Heroes journey: in how it came about, how it was constructed, … Read more
[Best_Wordpress_Gallery id=”38″ gal_title=”Featured Artist of the Month: Hector Castells”] These poems belong to the Puddle Heroes series, by the hectic fish. Puddle heroes is a collection of pictures of puddles with people on it, people not necessarily drowned as much as free floating They are the icons of all the rhymes that follow. All … Read more
Irene H. Going into your house, I sat in the conservatory waiting for the door to open. Waiting for your familiar rasping voice to call, “Mann! Herzenskind, komm rein.” I remained there still in the leather chair, trying to pluck up the courage to open the door and be met with emptiness. You’d snuck out … Read more
Once I had finished it I didn’t understand my own poem, so how could you? There had been a moment when, possessed by a sort of deftness, I had made choices about matters such as line length but now all that had left me. I was confused. The intriguing question is what path led me … Read more
Jesinta got back in touch with Manus through the internet. Face-book. He had stuck his name and a photo of himself up, and someone from his distant past had got in touch with him. For Manus it was a timely, and much appreciated contact He was down in the dumps living in Dublin. An old … Read more
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Gimel/Retribue servo tuo O do well unto thy servant Vincible world, I see blown blossom hurled with the crumpled rooks before May’s impertinent, spooky breezes; newly-dressed branches rattled already before counter-prevalent and centrifuge gusts. Vincible earth, no stranger to kenosis, then; it’s what you do. I can’t arrive at saying it. I’m lip-deep in the … Read more
A Brother’s Influence I distinctly remember this day, aged about twelve, going for a family walk down (up?!) the west pier in Dun Laoghaire when my older brother by seven years was teaching me different rhythms, while the rest of the family discussed the day’s concerns as the seagulls squawked overhead. He would first get … Read more