ALAN TRIST Leaves rustling, rustling dance in bond with wind a multitude on each tree in step yet separate Leaves falling, falling the whole airspace twirling, twirling thoughts in resonance refuting separation Leaves scurry, scurry back and forth across the…
PAUL SCOTT DERRICK Ian Sharp (b. 1954 in Louth, Lincolnshire) is an undiscovered talent. Except for a smattering of local exhibitions in the city of Valencia, where he lived from 1984 till 1996, and a few more in the seaside…
JONATHAN BOULTING DURAMEN for Nicole d’Amonville Alegría Olive acacia fig orange banana pine cypress lemon palm carob holly-oak – the truth about trees is this (in summer especially): unless, inescapable, one comes to pluck, prune or hack, their interests lie…
STEPHEN WILSON All year long I’ve been waiting on the promise of a light green cocoon whose size increased in almost imperceptible increments its tepals unable to free themselves yet always on the point of budburst as if something inside…
SILVIA PIO Clouds crowd this instant suspended like a weightless veil wrapping the view while suns flow by in blue cuttings of sky. In the clouds we read stories of an existence floating above ours like a light touch upon…
RICHARD BERENGARTEN For Alastair Reid Finnegan wakes and walks in briny air. Gulls wheel and gannets dive. The cliffs are bare. The coast is clear. And nobody is there. He’d dreamed a corner of his dream again might touch his…
CEAITÍ NÍ BHEILDIÚIN [CATHI WELDON] Na cúiseanna go nDreapaim Crainn Dreapaim crann is mo bhuataisí orm M’iallacha ceangailte, bivouac im phaca agam. Dreapaim an crann is luascaim ann sa ghaoth. Dreapaim crann d’fhonn úll a stoitheadh D’fhonn radharcanna a fheiscint…
