poems

  • Dimmest Glow. Illustration by Alé Mercado

    Dimmest Glows

    Never constant, ever changing: there is no east, west, north, or south, only the abyss’s gaping mouth vast beyond eternity. The infinite cycle of death, decay and destruction, all to bring about the new: the small, tiny, miniscule and insignificant; the large, huge, monstrous and colossal. All lie side by side in the web of […]

  • Semicolon

    Sometimes you’re worried, confused. Finger on the trigger, slipping. Sweat dripping and time slows down. Blood dripping every moment you move. The end of you. A heart with worry and confusion needs time. When you end the confusion you’re finished. When you end the worry you move on.

  • The Ghost of Rome

    It all began when Remus wiped out Romulus; that’s when the city of Reme came to be. It was a State of fair Democracy that was the envy of other regions; through their diplomatic ties they formed a Union. It spread from Palestine to Belgium. A man called Cesar spurred revolution. He was jailed for […]

  • The Hunter

    It looked at me in surprise, that fox I met that afternoon. We both stopped dead in our tracks. I stared at the intelligent brown eyes, the fluffy auburn tail. And the smooth, bright pelt of red-gold fur. And coming into contact, with a creature such as I, it was no wonder that it fled, […]

  • illustration for Drown made by Alé Mercado

    Drown

    Float gently above; relish in your paradise. Prepare for the storm. Fall down from the sky to the depths of a lost sea. Lonely, afraid: drown. Lost inside your thoughts, delve deeper into darkness. Or swim to the shore.

  • Illustration for The Dark done by Alé Mercado

    The Dark

    “I can’t face it,” you say. I stand quiet, don’t want to wound you when you’re already bleeding. But your words are shards, the barbed wire I’m clinging to to keep from going under. Because this pain, this sadness, it’s so much better than the dark: the eternal abyss where no light reaches. So yes. […]

  • Illustration for Mr. Crestfallen by Alé Mercado

    Mr. Crestfallen

    He shuffled along the pavement like dead leaves in the wind, always carrying a third support. Mr. Crestfallen’s sombre eyes drooped into heavy bags, almost reaching the network of spider veins crawling, multiplying as freely through his sickly pale jowls as the cells in his lungs. His spine arched; leathered back beginning to recover from […]

  • Illustration for Journeys by Orla McGovern

    Journeys

    They loom in and out of sight with eerie speed, like ghosts of places left behind. Pale and colourless against the dark, silhouettes of light flashing out of view as soon as seen. They are paper cut-outs, limiting the world to an ever-changing, never-changing sphere of depthless shape.

  • illustration Insomniac by Anna Eileen Doyle

    Insomniac

    When we return home, Wishing everyone their goodnights, Making sure the lights turn drab, Not letting the bedbugs bite, That’s when the feeling enters: I feel dizzy & clammy & weak. I lie there in silent rigidness; I need to scream & shake & shriek. No matter how tormented Or scared that I may be, […]

  • Exequies of and Angel Illustration

    Exequies of an Angel

    Rip off my wings, Cut off my golden curls; Extinguish the light I give To frightened boys and girls. Strip me of my snow white robes, Use my halo to slash my cherub’s face; Reap me of all my worth, Pull me down so far from grace. Then leave me, red and raw, Alone on […]

  • The Fire Dancer by Aoife Hughes

    The Fire Dancer

    I dragged the match across the sandpaper coarse side of the box. Splintered sparks scattered outwards with a flare of life. An amber corona swaddled the match tip and the scent of sulfur coated my nose. I tipped the match gently against a ragged wick. The fire caught, throwing a white flame upwards. It waltzed […]

  • Falling by Laura Nash

    Falling

    Looking back, everything seemed so infinite, though I had no understanding of the word. It was me – yes, I had family that cared, friends that would make fun; but in that one moment, it was just me. Running wild, monsters roaming free: “I’ve got to run! Run or they’ll catch me!” Racing down paths […]