Ten Poets Do Their Bit for the Secret Service will be available, ahead of publication date, at this Saturday's Free Verse Poetry Book Fair at St Columba's Church in Knightsbridge!

An old magic lantern slide of Waterford dated 1894. This is John's Bridge, part of which dates to the 1600's. The bridge was enlarged in 1765 under mayor John Lyon. In the center background is the roof of the old Waterford and Tramore railway station, demolished in 1970.
#Waterford #Ireland

Congratulations 🙌🏻

#ThursdayThoughts - I have another new #haiku 'mountains' published online in #litmag Spillwords 📚 Big thanks to #editor Dagmara 💐 spillwords.com/mountains/ ⛰️ #poetry #nature #silicasun 🗻📘💙

Just published is That's It by Eamon Grennan.

It will be arriving in bookshops shortly and can also be purchased from The Gallery Press: gallerypress.com/product/that...

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Ridicule is nothing to be scared of.

R.I.P Moya Brennan.

Stay Quiet He's so sick of the TV's endless bellow, the stench of faces and mashed potatoes but Grandad never complains even as his surgery gets postponed over and over, bruises on his arms like berry compote. He knows not to stir, that one patient was murdered by another for weeping all night. My first Luas trip, a man, high or drunk, groped my grandfather's skull, giggled at his grey curls, twirled them around his knuckles before smoothing them flat as the field of maize. Grandad sat as if at a barbers and waited for the guy with a knife poking from his pocket to stagger away. All he had lost by then - his wife, seven border collies. I was shaking, nine years old, without a ticket. We're invisible, Grandad whispered.

Missed my granddad's anniversary mass this morning because I've not enough petrol to get there aha. So here's a small poem and a candle emoji 🕯️ and I'll think about him on my lil silly walk 🚶‍♀️

Delighted to make the Shortlist for the Secret Service call with @sidekickbooks.bsky.social #JamesBond #007

I meant a rejection in general, not from you guys! @sidekickbooks.bsky.social 🙏🏻

No, I was only joking. I’m fifty! You’re nowhere near middle aged 🤗

Hopefully more middle aged writers ✍️ 😂

Thank you. It was just great not to get a rejection for a change. 🙏🏻

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A Lay of St. Boniface: A Poem in Alliterative Verse by Patricia Masson Now we stood stone-still, and in stark horror / gazed into that gap ‧ where our god had been steadfast / since middle-earth’s making,

Pat Masson's best poem was also first published on Forgotten Ground Regained. "A Lay of St. Boniface" reimagines Boniface's chopping down of a sacred pagan oak from the point of view of the intended sacrifice. It is both deep and dramatic -- well worth reading.

alliteration.net/poetry/a-lay...

Patricia Masson: Alliterative Poet Pat Masson (1940-1994) was a British poet and author. She was active in the Tolkien Society and won the Cædmon Prize for her poem Dragon-Fighter, awarded by

Today is the birthday of Pat Masson (1940-1994), a writer who died young and unknown, yet wrote some of the best poetry of the modern alliterative revival. I found two of her poems in obscure journals: "Hymn to Earendil" in Mallorn and "Dragon-Fighter" in Withowinde.
alliteration.net/poets/pmasson/

Cressida, that bonnet will definitely land you a job in Are You Being Served.

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From a certain angle it looks like

I asked you to bring me the head of Beryl the Peril, not the headdress. #GirlsOwnCC

Delighted to make the shortlist for the Secret Service call with @sidekickbooks.bsky.social Thank you so much! ☺️

Dirty Linen is now available to buy in the United States. My article about it in The Irish Echo in New York

Thanks. I’m great for a four lined poem 😂

Well worth celebrating, Molly. Congratulations 🥳 💃🏼👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

A terrible poem
Gives space to roam
Through the wild lands
Made with your hands

The very best of luck with it.

Submissions are open! We look forward to reading your work. Head to the link below for information about guidelines and to submit your work for Issue 5!

www.the4facedliar.com

‘The slow murder of Lough Neagh’ how awful.😢

Amazing! Congratulations, Martina. 🙏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Year of the Gorse.

The New School of the Anthropocene is an experimental micro-university, which offers an affordable, radical, alternative to mainstream higher ed.
I teach there each year & we have students from Gaza, Ukraine & around the world.
2026 enrolment is now open.
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