Jim Maguire [Winner of the Strokestown International Poetry Award 2012] Spare a thought for Henri Duparc, re-inventor of the French mélodie who
Jessica Traynor He blows on his hands to warm them; it looks like some ritual, some totem.
Liane Strauss That’s him, down there, my masterpiece, in tatters. That smouldering viscid blitz
Chris Preddle [Second Place, Strokestown International Poetry Awards 2012] 1 And came Jacqueline inland to a seagreen porch in Holme, riverlass
Sandra Harris Listen, will you, And I’ll tell you the dream I had last night,
Dubai Creek, Ramadan
Shirley McClure I did not need to say to you, darling, this is X, the one who pumped my heart
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé The wheelmen, when wet, wrest the wheel. ~ Christian Bök Eunoia, this is not a new aesthetic or epistemology about
Liam Ryan [Third Place, Strokestown International Poetry Awards 2012] Some years later when they were fitting a new bar in the lounge I was called in