Best of Irish Poetry 2009
Best of Irish Poetry 2010

Editor: Matthew Sweeney



Songs of Earth and Light

Songs of Earth and Light
Barbara Korun poems translated by Theo Dorgan



Done Dating DJs
Done Dating DJs
by Jennifer Minniti-Shippey
Winner, 2008 Fool for Poetry Competition




Richesses: Francophone Songwriter Poets
Edited and translated by Aidan Hayes





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Patrick WarnerPatrick Warner was born in Claremorris, Co. Mayo in 1963. He immigrated to Canada in 1980 and since then has lived mostly in St. John’s, Newfoundland. He has written four collections of poetry: All Manner of Misunderstanding (Killick Press, 2001). There, there (Signal Editions, 2005), Mole (House of Anansi Press, 2009), and Perfection (Gooselane/Icehouse, 2012). He has also published two novels: Double Talk (Breakwater Books, 2011) and One Hit Wonders (Breakwater Books, 2015). He currently makes his living as the Rare Books and Special Collections Librarian for Memorial University Libraries.

Photo © Dave Howells




Cold July

            for Elise Partridge (1958–2015)




I have seen it a beaver-dammed

lukewarm dribble, but this summer the brook’s a river,

deep and cold, running steeped tea

and a skim of froth around lichened rocks,

roaring like an air conditioner.


Its white noise is enforced by oversized pines:

their branches albatross

from broom-closet dry to green ends shagged

with cones the colour of peanut skins

and flecked with crystals of sap.


A cindery sentry guards the top:

his ash beak clacking as he hunches

for takeoff, his wings branching

from a light crate core, eyelashing at the tips.

Timber creak in his phlegm-fat caw.




Down on the strand, big surf bangs,

lifting gulls from where they sit

like electric clothes irons. They leave

lead-white splotches,

and webbed wavery wigwams.


A piece of driftwood perfectly catches

the boomerang of a swimmer’s arm.

Six-foot kelp bullwhips

have the trapped viscosity of poured motor oil

before they flare to lasagna at the tips.


Out where the ocean betrays

its breathing – closer in than the endless flat,

but farther out than the surf – a whiskery face

rides a swell and watches: time on the Nautilus

would bulk those milk bottle shoulders.


Drawn-tight hoodies small our faces

to beach stone ovals

on which our features perish.

Your message to us was simple:

look closely, and cherish.



©2016 Patrick Warner



Author Links


'The Therapist': poem by Patrick Warner at Lemonhound

'Picket' by Patrick Warner at Parliament of Canada

'Anorexia' by Patrick Warner at the Véhicule Press Blog

A review of Patrick Warner's newest collection, Perfection, at Malahat Review







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