Martin Dyar is originally from Swinford in County Mayo. His debut collection, Maiden Names, described by Bernard O’Donoghue as ‘a thrilling new
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
Rody Gorman fhalbhaidh ‘n saoghal … Theirig mi a’ chiad char, fhathast amh, Don ghàrradh a chrathadh nan cnò ‘s an sprùillich Is an