Anne Walsh Donnelly

RARE RIB-EYE   If I hadn’t turned the key in the ignition like you ordered me to, before we married I wouldn’t be where I am now and you wouldn’t be where you are either. I’d never have learned to drive never have sat outside the bank, engine running, waiting   for you to finish work. I’d never have seen you get into her yellow Toyota Yaris. I’d have been at home, reading your text, have to stay late don’t wait up, while watching Corrie.   I’d never have seen her yellow shoe box bounce up and down in the … Continue reading Anne Walsh Donnelly

HE SAID / SHE SAID by David Butler

a two-hander taking place on a university campus. It gives the serious topic of rape dramatic life by reversing the expected roles. The play was shortlisted last year for the Billy Roche Short Play Award 2018, and will be performed as part of ‘Short + Sweet, Dublin’ later this year,  Cast Danny (20s) – a final year Arts student Emer (20s) – his ex, an Engineering student Set A table in a university canteen. Brief Synopsis Danny, a final year Arts student, hasn’t seen his old flame Emer in months, that is until his friend Debbie accuses Emer’s little brother, … Continue reading HE SAID / SHE SAID by David Butler

Jennifer Fytelson O’Brien

Tased and Amused                “I swear honey, if I had known you existed, I would have raised you myself.”                 I seemed to be getting a lot of sentiments like that since I arrived here. Here being the back woods of Virginia.  It all seemed just a little too weird for me. I think Uncle Ray could see the uneasiness in my face because he invited me out to his favorite hangout spot- the garage! As we exited the kitchen and into the man cave, the atmosphere changed! The garage was decorated with walls of tools and Benjamin Moore paint … Continue reading Jennifer Fytelson O’Brien

Marilyn Speak

High Five!Pen       PaperCup of teaSit         WaitListen!  Look!Here she isThis wild, silky othernessQuick!Write it down. written for my first Stanza meeting! Haiku her baby asleep a new mother hugs the silence   ———- sleepless forming the words I didn’t say   ———- an old sixpence 1955 11-plus and a chipped bone   ———- laughter rolling gently down the hill   ———- deep in the temple a seated Buddha scent of jasmine   ———– cigarette lit a painted statue sits down Marilyn Speak is a 75 year-old Grandma, who has written occasional verse over the years, and has now fallen in love with the … Continue reading Marilyn Speak

Christine Valters Paintner

Crossing the Divide She walks, as if from a dream, into your life, ribboned hair unraveling, brown eyes like cups of tea, come to whisper a secret into your trembling ear. You try hard not to listen, clinging to your calendar, your achievements,  your loneliness, until the silver ache  of it all spreads through your limbs and she holds out her hand across the ravine, and you see how the chasm is not empty, but filled with a rushing river, and you can swim until you become fish and flow, until you are the ancient stream emerging from stone, until … Continue reading Christine Valters Paintner