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Molly Twomey
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Arts Council supported poet. ‘Raised Among Vultures’ & 'Chic to be Sad' published by The Gallery Press. Host of ‘Just to Say’ international poetry event. https://mollytwomey.com/ 💫
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Molly Twomey @mollytwomey.bsky.social · May 29
✨Cover Reveal✨

I have been obsessed with Niamh Swanton's work since I saw it in @crawfordartgallery.bsky.social 😍 .

What a joy to have her work on the cover of 'Chic to Be Sad' due in July with @thegallerypress.bsky.social 💛 💜 🩵

& what a gift to see it in Outset Gallery last week 🤌 !
Molly's book cover is blue and Niamh Swanton's photo contains a woman's legs in purple high heels and yellow socks, there's a blue telephone dangling and used tissues all over the carpet. Molly beside Niamh Swanton's photo of a woman's legs in purple high heels and yellow socks, there's a blue telephone dangling and used tissues all over the carpet.
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🕰️ With the year coming to an end, we asked a selection of Poetry Review contributors to give us their favourite poetry books and pamphlets of 2025.

Next is Ali Lewis's pick: Versus Versus, edited by Rachael Boast (Bloodaxe Books). Thank you, Ali!
Ali Lewis recommends Versus Versus by Rachael Boast and says: Versus Versus contains astonishing poems by Hoshino Tomihiro (translated by John Newton Webb), Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, Les Murray, Ona Gritz and many more.
December 2, 2025 at 6:01 PM
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🕰️ With the year coming to an end, we asked a selection of Poetry Review contributors to give us their favourite poetry books and pamphlets of 2025.

Next is Chris Arning's pick: High Jump as Icarus Story by Gustav Parker Hibbett (Banshee Press). Thank you, Chris!
Chris Arning recommends High Jump as Icarus Story by Gustav Parker Hibbett and says: I just thought - what an audacious conceit to pattern a whole volume on the concept of the high jump. There is a lot of daring work in it.
December 3, 2025 at 6:03 PM
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Poem-a-day advent calendar 🎁Day 3 is 'A Spell to Banish Grief' by @theferocity.bsky.social from 'Alive at the End of the World' @coffeehousepress.bsky.social 🌹
Cover of Alive at the End of the World features a man in an orange jump suit and a space helmet leaning into a silver car in a field A Spell to Banish Grief Only when you wake to a fistful of pulled hair on the floor beside your bed and, from a glance, can guess its weight, when you study dried tear streaks on your cheeks like a farmer figuring out where the season went wrong, when a friend calls out your name three or four times before you know your name is yours, when your name fits like clothes you've suddenly outgrown, when there is too much of you, too few of you, too you of you and the mirrors wish all of you would just look away, when the clocks can't feel their hands and the calendars begin to doubt themselves, when you begin to agree with the glares from mirrors but your reflection follows you around the house anyway, when you catch yourself drunk on memory, candles lit, eyes closed, your head tilted in the direction of cemetery grass, yellow and balding above what's left of the body that birthed you, and you try to remember the sound of laughter in her throat and fail, only then, orphan, will I take all my selves and leave.
December 3, 2025 at 11:32 AM
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Poem-a-day advent calendar 🎁 and I'm off to a bad start having missed yesterday! But here's 'How You Knew' by Audrey Molloy from her latest collection 'Fallen' published by @thegallerypress.bsky.social 💜
How You Knew I wrote to you that ordinary day, you who had once cracked your sternum wide apart for me to see the robin lying on the cage floor, ribs barely moving, and said to me, If ever you need my life, come and take it. You understood it sooner, that's all. I'd fooled myself for months that this was just a ruse -- a cherub with a quiverful of darts, folie à deux, a neurochemical trick or even vanity, that proud flower bowed over a looking glass. But this was never just anything. In a slip of concentration I wrote: I didn't love you, then. And then a skylight opened for each of us. Cover of fallen featuring a painting of a woman in a red dress falling through the air, her legs and feet are bare, her arms are stretched over her head
December 2, 2025 at 12:57 PM
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Friday's episode of Catch Up with Louise McSharry an unbelievable listen. Shows the power of podcasting and the relationship built up with listeners. I have a couple friends who said they cried listening to it
Podcast Corner: Louise McSharry discusses coming out as gay on her latest episode
The former 2fm presenter explains how she had to tell her husband when she realised she was gay
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November 29, 2025 at 12:03 PM
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My stomach is ageing a bit like dog years so if I'm 29 my tummy is like 200 or something 💀⚰️🥀
November 27, 2025 at 1:09 PM
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I have a secret deal in my gym that they're no longer offering the public which must be a bit like what it feels to hold a supermacs gold card 🫰 or maybe this is just marketing lol
November 26, 2025 at 9:55 AM
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An-bhróduil as mo dhán nua gaeilge atá foilsithe in "Aneas". My first Irish language poem published in the @munsterlitcentre.bsky.social journal. Buíochas leis an eagarthóir Simon Ó Faoláin.
November 26, 2025 at 9:02 AM
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This week I listened to martha wainwright for the first time so safe to say my life is forever changed
November 25, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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I'm writing very weird poems but that's only because I am very weird
November 25, 2025 at 2:49 PM
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In one of her first public actions as the newly elected Uachtarán na hÉireann (president of Ireland) Catherine Connolly has written a public letter of solidarity on Trans Remembrance Day. It is a very promising start.
A letter from the newly elected president of Ireland, Catherine Connolly to mark Transgender Day of Remembrance. While the greeting and the signoff are an Irish, the English text reads “I would like to extend my warmest wishes to all in the transgender community, your families and friends, as you gather this evening for this year's Transgender Day of Remembrance. Today we pause to honour those whose lives have been cut short by horrific acts of violence or hatred. Their memory calls on each of us to challenge prejudice wherever it arises and to build a society rooted in respect and understanding. This year's gathering carries particular significance too as we mark the tenth anniversary of Ireland's Gender Recognition Act. That milestone stands as a testament to the courage and perseverance of transgender people and their allies who worked tirelessly for recognition, equality, and the simple affirmation of identity. Yet it also reminds us that the work of safeguarding dignity and ensuring genuine inclusion remains ongoing.”
November 24, 2025 at 8:14 PM
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Here's the Department of Justice confirming it has no plans to give certain people already lawfully resident here the right to work, despite (a) a labour shortage and (b) a panic about inward migration levels. Madness #speirghorm
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Immigration Policy
Immigration Policy Dáil Éireann Debate, Wednesday - 19 November 2025
www.oireachtas.ie
November 24, 2025 at 1:07 PM
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Mad how you'd be minding your own business and then bam you've checked out cart and bought three new books 🤯
November 23, 2025 at 12:27 AM
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I am and will be a lifelong fan of Mícheál McCann's work 💘 @thegallerypress.bsky.social @irishtimes.com
Before Saint Genevieve's Tomb by Mícheál McCann When the old mystics described religious experiences maybe it felt a little like this: simply overcome as the bell rings ten, sore knees pressed into stone in the cavernous church looking up to an icon. Maybe it’s the thirty-eight-degree heat. Maybe it’s the sorrowful absence of cat hair in my mouth. Maybe it’s how Saint Genevieve saved a city through her words. Maybe it’s how she reminds me of my friends, of West Belfast, of Sister Mona’s roses. A gilt figure in Paris lands me somehow back to standing in a playground. Sister Anne. Riley wallpapering her classroom in book covers just to show the kids you can be hot and clever. Niamh speaking tenderly to and about the children. The army men who smothered Mona’s roses with busted sandbags. How the roses grew back. The ruins of those murdered rosebushes nourished whatever was to grow above them. All those girls who passed those roses every morning. All this from the gaze of the patron saint of shepherds. Maybe it’s not so profound. Maybe I’m just homesick and you could fry an egg on these Parisian cobbles. Or maybe it is. When my eyes dry, I get up from my knees and take my devotions with me into the brightness.
November 22, 2025 at 1:14 PM
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Tis cawld alrite
November 20, 2025 at 10:30 PM
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Five Irish authors among nominees for 2026 Dublin Literary Award www.rte.ie/culture/2025... via @rte
Five Irish authors among nominees for 2026 Dublin Literary Award
Dublin City Council has announced the 69 titles nominated for the 2026 Dublin Literary Award, one of the world's most prestigious prizes for a single work of fiction.
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November 20, 2025 at 11:57 AM
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It's amazing that the Dublin literary award is 100,000 euro!!! Imagine!! Like so much money!!! For writers! And so many Irish writers are shortlisted this year! 😍
November 20, 2025 at 7:10 PM
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May the joy of my dad reacting with 🔥 on poems I post always find me
Facebook message of molly's dad reacting with a fire to a poem she posted on her stories
November 17, 2025 at 5:41 PM
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today's lonely offering. Is there anybody out there?
November 15, 2025 at 6:50 PM
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I have taken all the medications for heart burn today, like excessively but still the fire rages in me, I must have been a bonfire in another life
November 15, 2025 at 7:57 PM
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We need to get rid of the 12 week limit to abortion access for many reasons. But forcing a teenage asylum seeker who is having mental health problems, possibly due to being pregnant, to go to court to access care is abhorrent

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High Court sanctions termination of 15-year-old girl’s pregnancy
Girl told doctors she would ‘cut the baby out myself’ if termination not permitted
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November 15, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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Delighted the news is out about our next two poetry titles from @bansheepress.bsky.social - new collections from Tim MacGabhann and Billy Ramsell coming your way in 2026 ✨️
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Banshee Press has acquired Found in a Context of Destruction, a debut poetry collection from novelist and memoirist Tim MacGabhann, and Render, the third collection from acclaimed poet Billy Ramsell 👇 #BookSky
Banshee Press snaps up two new poetry collections from Tim MacGabhann and Billy Ramsell
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November 15, 2025 at 2:29 PM
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FRANK ORMSBY Once a Day I take my hallucinations for a walk once a day at the Waterworks, that is to say I assume they accompany me. Acres of fresh air, some trees, a lake – plenty of space to practise disappearing. Would the dogs detect an aura or take a snarl at the invisible? I expected not. I expected right. Park life has its own concerns. The heron gathers North around him like a monk’s habit and appears to sleep. The ‘Joggers Against Oblivion’ are already on a gasping break. Only the terrier, Stupid Fucker, draws near and growls, then turns to the more urgent business of his life, chasing a ball for the angriest man in Ireland.
November 14, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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Cork County Council Library & Arts Services funding opportunities for the Arts sector. Proposals are invited for arts projects, activities & events taking place in Cork County in 2026. Deadline 9 Jan. Info sessions in local libraries and online in Nov/Dec
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Applications Invited for Cork County Council Arts Funding
Cork County Council has announced details of its 2026 funding opportunities for the Arts sector.
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November 14, 2025 at 3:24 PM
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'I am that bitch. / I am dogged. I am so damned / not even Death wanted me.' Paul Tran on a dull Friday morning 🌧️
Poetry Foundation Homepage Poems & Poets Topics & Themes Features Events & Programs About Us Poetry magazine November 2025 Subscribe Subscribe Light blue cover for the November 2025 issue of POETRY with the word POETRY in a grid, composed of black letters in various designs.Cover for the October 2025 issue of POETRY magazine. Search by Poem or Poet Search Like Judith Slaying Holofernes I know better than to leave the house without my good dress, my good knife like Excalibur between my stone breasts. Mother would have me whipped, would have me kneeling on rice until I shrilled so loud I rang the church bells. Didn’t I tell you that elegance is our revenge, that there are neither victims nor victors but the bitch we envy in the end? I am that bitch. I am dogged. I am so damned not even Death wanted me. He sent me back after you sacked my body the way your armies sacked my village, stacked our headless idols in the river where our children impaled themselves on rocks. I exit night and enter your tent gilded in a bolt of stubborn sunlight. My sleeves already rolled up. I know they will say I am a slut for showing this much skin, this irreverence for what is seen when I ask to be seen. Look at me now: my thighs lift from your thighs, my mouth spits poison into your mouth. You nasty beauty. I am no beast, but my blade sliding clean through your thick neck while my maid keeps your blood off me and my good dress will be a song the parish sings for centuries. Tell Mary. Tell Eve. Tell Salome and David about me. Watch their faces, like yours, turn green.
November 14, 2025 at 11:35 AM