Washington Square Park

Peter Maltzan

A homeless man asks me / What I am doing with my life. / The only explanation / I can come up with is this: /

Fate is a Virtue

By Peter Maltzan

Where should you be? You might as well ask when, / And sing with echoes from a World War trench: / ‘We’re here because we’re here because we’re here.’


Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh

You were driving by the sea / in the dream, / explaining your regret, / why you led us not into temptation. / ...


Gerard Smyth

I tried to smile while she plucked / the old bandage from the red line of hurt / where the scalpel did its abrasive work / and the yellowing bruise / ...


John Walsh

I met Emily Dickinson down on Grafton Street. / On a Saturday afternoon, there was hardly room / to sneeze. When I first saw her, I was fascinated / by her hair, tied back in a bun. I just stood / ...


Val Nolan

Before the by-pass / This had been the by-pass. / Fields of sick conifers. Tender verges. / Black birds hacking at a multitude / ...