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Swimming to Albania- Sue Hubbard
“Reading Sue Hubbard’s Swimming to Albania, the reader enters a world of acute absence and remoteness haunted by the ever-present unresponsive dead, into which the details of everyday reality explode like hand grenades. Whether recalling lost relationships, travelling in foreign cities, obser...
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about:blank- Adam Wyeth
Keep looking at the outside world until the outside world is no longer outside
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Dancing with Memory- Rachael Hegarty
“Rachael Hegarty’s Dancing with Memory is a unique suite of poems – and of dances – where a parent’s dissipating memories are renewed and recoloured in vivid, tender and honest verses that span a lifetime. Shot through with love, these poems not only recreate...
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The Wrong Heroes- Eamon McGuinness
The Wrong Heroes is the powerful debut collection from Dublin writer Eamon McGuinness. Exploring major themes such as illness, personal loss, grief, love and fatherhood, the poems move through various physical and...
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Lark Water- Lorna Shaughnessy
Like its title, the poems in Lorna Shaughnessy’s wonderful new collection encompass flow and flight. Drawing on dream and story, they dodge nothing of the turbulence and grit of a life in full flow. Here are poems of extraordinary tenderness, as an elderly pa...
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The Salmon's Tale- Poem by Jessie Lendennie. Design by Siobhan Hutson
A Silver Salmon
Disrupts the April river
Smiles into the rain
The Salmon’s Tale merges the poet Jessie Lendennie’s narrative poem alongside a visual jo...
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Unsafe- Geraldine O'Kane
Geraldine O’Kane’s anticipated first collection is an impactful introduction to a voice that is compassionate, vivid and courageous. The poems weave between spaces, timelines and identities bearing witness, most often personal, to the encroachment of violence...
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the men i keep under my bed- Alvy Carragher
“it’s not very feminist to consider myself a mouldy slut
I’ve agency over my body and all that 21st-century shite”
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Twenty-Six Letters of a New Alphabet- Anne Tannam
These compelling, beautiful poems reveal a poet who has long found an original footing in the society in which she lives, finding in it a source of inspiration. Anne Tannam is energetically aware of the global sphere of injustice and beauty, of unfair destini...
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How We Arrive In Winter- Liz Quirke
‘…the brain stores memories like glass shards in a palm,’ so says the speaker in ‘The First Forgetting’ from Liz Quirke’s stunning and poignant, How We Arrive In Winter. Quirke’s second collection is as sharp, intense ...
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