Love on the Eaves (Αντίο Oρφέα)

by Kieran Fionn Murphy

You’d laugh and shake your head if I told you

that, in Cork, two doves kissed good morning

on a sunny wire over Dean Street,

but they did,

as a workman’s gloved hands pulled up

sheets on a building on South Main Street,

and a surge of cars jostled snouts

beside the courthouse steps.

An Airbus roared

across the Western Road, turned right above

the Mardyke, and made for a cloud

grazing Sunday’s Well,

and then, improbable, I heard him

warble, a blackbird call. I stopped, spotted him

up on Daly, Derham, Donnelly – Orpheus

of the eaves,

orange beak scissoring

the steely, dusty, concrete, shadowed scrim

of locked existence, defying

jackhammers

and taxis, singing beauty,

love, and loss. I paused, applauded,

laughing, then flew home to you.

We never once looked back.

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Kieran Fionn Murphy grew up in NY and now lives in Dingle with his family, where he co-founded Murphys Ice Cream. He is currently pursuing an MA in creative writing at UCC and hasn’t yet mended the folly of his ways.

Root Canal

By Daniel Galvin -

He’s neat and slim,

a handshake like an empty glove.

I am a good patient, grinning

through the shock

when his utensils pick too deep.

I can even be our nurse.

I let the suction tube he clips

around my lip

wither my tongue to Langue de Chat

before I fish it out.

An x-ray glows above his shoulder,

my skull a cave,

each tooth a stalactite

cramped amongst its neighbours,

crooked and lobotomised,

bits taken out.

The image renders blobs

of amalgam, dolloped

where enamel has been gnawed away,

in sugar white

while black chars mark the rot

that eats

and eats

and eats toward the final

tender darkness of the nerve.

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Daniel Galvin is from Co.Cork. His writing has been published in The Moth, Acumen, Honest Ulsterman, A New Ulster, The West Texas Literary Review, Cork Words Anthology, Rock and Sling and Ofi Press Mexico. He came first place in the Spoken Word Platform at Cuirt International Literary Festival 2017 and was shortlisted for the Red Line Poetry Competition, 2018.

Each Blade of Grass, a Ghost

by Lillian Nećakov -

I dreamt of Charles Olson standing by the clothesline

gargantuan, reciting the atlas, syllables fat with blood, cascading from his mouth

sheets flapping in the broken down geography; a call to peace

I dreamt of books and manuscripts scattered at the feet of my dying father

in a house where all doors were unhinged and no bible was ever welcome

even for its vowels which we could have used for kindling as winter descended

I dreamt of every poet whose heart was bigger than mine in the quietest of times

whose language crashed against the shores of undeserving cities like a call to arms

before the flood, I dreamt

I dreamt of my favourite walking shoes left to the whimsy of strangers, a small token

of burdens left behind and punishments to come on the occasion of a crippled spring,

too slow for the world

I dreamt of Marconi and Reginald Fessenden, their voices echoing across the Atlantic

softening into the laughter of young girls; 1906 while the inerrancy of Tommy Burns’

KO sent shivers down the necks of Hanover boys

I dreamt I was lying in a field with Frank O’Hara, each blade of grass a ghost

of someone we had let go, while in the distance a telephone rang and rang

and the sun closed in around us like a cathedral.

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Lillian Nećakov is the author of six books of poetry, numerous chapbooks, broadsides and leaflets. Her latest book il virus was published in April 2021 by Anvil Press (A Feed Dog Book). In 2016, her chapbook The Lake Contains an Emergency Room was shortlisted for bpNichol chapbook award.

During the 1980s, Lillian ran a micro press called “The Surrealist Poets Gardening Association” and sold her books on Toronto’s Yonge Street. She ran the Boneshaker Reading series from 2010-2020. Her new book, duck eats yeast, quacks, explodes; man loses eye, a collaborative poem with Gary Barwin is forthcoming in 2023 from Guernica Editions. She lives in Toronto and just might be working on a new book.