To Wither by Degrees Steven Denehan

Memories teeter on a volcanos edge waiting for a gentle breeze His skin, creased soft folds deepening as we talk of nothing and everything My love, a boundless love rushes in to fill these empty spaces A day is coming I can hear it, a distant marching band, when only my love will remain


Unnatural Things- Niamh Crosbie

Her reflection glistened in the golden sheen of the chalice as she turned it over in her hand and polished the rim of the cup. The warped vision of her face gazed back at her, with eyeballs and cheeks that seemed to sink even further into her skull than they had the week before. At… Continue reading Unnatural Things- Niamh Crosbie

The Last Days of Albert Hicks- Patrick Hodgins

April is always cold. Albert Hicks had his mats and his cardboard and his old sleeping bag. The light was fading as he bunkered down in the shop. The irony not lost on him but here he thought he would be safe. He ate his sandwich, given by a passer by, drank some water, rain… Continue reading The Last Days of Albert Hicks- Patrick Hodgins

Statues Of Famine Walkers- Kelly Konya

You have to walk what feels like the entire city and tiptoe across the mother-river to Custom House Quay pass the evergrey sky blocking light on mismatched office blocks and time and pause to gaze up at the latest mural which, as a rainbow comic strip reel, makes less sense than from faraway. You have… Continue reading Statues Of Famine Walkers- Kelly Konya

from when you were homeless- Kelly Konya

since it’s just me here I’ve made a makeshift home and stayed there besides the few times that morning came by surprise, and I didn’t sleep but felt rain and rain and light hail same as the night the blood-red moon sailed above these green hills and the moldy buildings were especially putrid, and you… Continue reading from when you were homeless- Kelly Konya

To Win It- Gary Hartley

It’s funny, the urge to predict, to punt, to assess probabilities and throw property down the drain is still there, even after what some would describe as winning the big one. Once a gambler. That the only two members of the syndicate survived the big crash bang burning skin cancer-on-coke cavalcade strikes as an anomaly… Continue reading To Win It- Gary Hartley