A Literary Journal
Poetry from al.lucyna
LEAPING, 1989Emma Venables
History in the making, she shouts into my ear. Her breath, or perhaps what she’s saying brings the hairs on the back of my neck to attention.
MY YEAR OF READING WOMENDani McCarthy
As the stacks lay at my feet, it dawned on me that there was a theme. While some people prefer Russian or French literature, my collection had a commonality: most of my books had been written by men.
Adrian Duncan’s ‘Love Notes from a German Building Site’
Sady Doyle’s ‘Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers’
Adelle Stripe’s ‘Black Teeth and a Brilliant Smile’
IN ITALY WITH SEANCatherine Madden
Could it be that him being openly in love with another person means that I have to confront the fact that even though we love each other he is separate to me? Everybody I love is. Everybody is.
AN ODERachel Ferguson
Inspired by the humble easy peeler
THREE POEMSSophie Putze
‘An Ode to Fleabag’, ‘Lungs’, and ‘Golden’
“Bobcats are native here,” he heard someone say, a bush or two away, “at least they were. No one would have actually seen one for a good while.”