Barflies- Adam Dolan

INT. PUB - DAY A buzzing afternoon in The Old Barge. The Derby on the TV. Pints can't get drunk quick enough. SHELLY and MICK are sitting in their booth. Mick is wearing his Spurs Away jersey he got at Wembley in '92. He's saving his last gulp of his pint for when Kane puts…

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Untitled- Katarina Sarić

When stretched under the bark she whose womb is torn up by her sons and the fear has gone from woman mother life I will collect the hem of the pleated dress and will sew in a new heart to suit a solemn affair as sewed on this face and this picture sick from anemia…

Echo- Natalie Madden

For years, when she walked, the ground did not crunch or thump. Sometimes her feet would make the ground sigh As she followed behind another’s thud, scrape or splash. No sound would come from her throat as if she had no voice, Save for the faint whisper that would follow another’s speech like an echo.…

THE THIRD TANGO- Katarina Sarić

My daughter is playing on the square with the city band a contraption which stands for a classical piano synthesizer it is called-- abusively says my dad who is horribly unnerved by noise synthesized time unites all the sound and sense and I still somehow hope that it will unite all the old Slavs he…

Calvary- Natalie Madden

The rain that came down from the heavens that morning was thick and persistent. It would not yield, it would not relent. It was deliberate. The sound of the slapping and splashing was almost maddening. In places on the paved road where the ground was sloping, the rainfall created a fine spray, and sloppy, uneven…

“100 Years with Aleksandra Kollontai” -Katarina Sarić

But I only wanted to protect and defend you to bury every memory of painful embryo and woe of social wrong trenches and weeded roofs I wanted to prick off your eyes with a golden hook so you see to act as your speed bump that whore at the corner of the street an orphan…

Family Fortunes- Phil O’Kelly

‘And who do we have now, let me see... Kaylah, from Tallaght right here in Dublin! Come on down, Kaylah.’ Camera pans back and forth across the audience whilst spotlights flash on and off. The shot eventually settles on a young girl, fifteen years old, with black bangs, thick black eyebrows which have been plucked…