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After the Ides of March

After the Ides of March

April showers us with new poetry and fiction by Cameron Gearen, Damien Healy and Donal Mahoney. *     *     * I’m currently reading a very interesting bio of Cleopatra, by Stacy Schiff, who also wrote a fine biography of Ben Franklin. She has range. Cleopatra is a difficult subject for any biographer, but Ms. Schiff does a good job trying to sort truth from legend, and admits when she can’t be sure about certain events or years in the life of…

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Damien Healy: Empty Lot

Damien Healy: Empty Lot

Nightmares   Sleep without dreaming, For fear the dreaming may bring her back. A motionless snooze, Congealing everything within a trance. Slumbering eyes fully open, To keep succubus at arms length. Lethargic stillness, Brought on by umpteen apparitions. Insecure rest, Owing to unrequited adoration. Wayward napping, Interrupted with unwanted visitants. The night terrors which haunt me twenty-four seven.   Empty lot   Spirals in squares, Confined to overgrow the pedestrian walkways of life. Burrowing knee deep in a chipped teacup,…

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Sky Mixing

Sky Mixing

For February, Spinozablue brings its readers new poetry from Breda Wall Ryan, Damien Healy and Donal Mahoney, as well as fiction from Rosemary Jones. A pattern of Celtic voices by coincidence, not design – with an Asian twist.    *     *     *     *     *    Recently finished Peter Englund’s excellent history of WWI, The Beauty and the Sorrow. What makes this book so special for me is the democracy of voices, the voices on the ground and in the skies,…

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Damien Healy: The Last Day of Winter

Damien Healy: The Last Day of Winter

The Last Day of Winter   The icy wind rushes around and bites exposed skin. Tomorrow will be spring but it still feels like the middle of winter. Throw soy beans in every corner to exercise evil demons. Command them to leave at the entrance and welcome in good fortune. Consume your age in hardened soy beans plus one ensuring another year of life. A mouthful of rolled sushi for dinner. Quietly facing the lucky direction, all chew in unison….

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