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  November/December 2012
volume 9 number 2
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  Rusty Kjarvik
  Anthony Mason
  Ted Mc Carthy
  Terry McCarty
  Karen J McDonnell
  David McIntire
  Greg Patrick
  James G Piatt
  Kristena Prater
  Russell Salamon
  Anthony Seidman
  Jonathan Taylor
  Anthony Torchia
  Mary Torregrossa
  Wanda Vanhoy Smith
  Charlie Weber
  Patrick Williamson
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Karen J McDonnell
November/December 2012



art by paradoxius

    Karen J McDonnell lives in the west of Ireland.
    Her work has appeared in the Irish Times, Clare Champion, SIN, Freehand 5, Crannóg, Brain of Forgetting, The Stony Thursday Book and in the Words on the Waves, Wild Atlantic Words, and Poetry NI:Poems for Holocaust Memorial Day 2016 anthologies. She has been published by poeticdiversity and Sybaritic Press in the U.S.
    Her work has been listed in and won several competitions. Her non-fiction was nominated for Best of the Net in the U.S. She holds a BA in Classics & History, and a Diploma in Radio Production.
    In spring 2016 she was awarded a Tyrone Guthrie Bursary by Clare Co. Council: a week's residency at the Guthrie centre at Annaghmakerrig, which enabled her to work on her first poetry collection. You can read an account of her stay at the Centre on her writer's blog.

Karen J McDonnell



Nollaig na mBan

The mechanical Moses of a bus
parts the floods on the road.
Snow begins to whisper down as I
whish aside the condensation
and dream out:
longing for a tartan-shirted
Man from Nova Scotia,
with an accent crocheted
in Times rough yarns,
to pick me up and pull me
backward across the Atlantic;
my eyes straining East
as we land

where the un and the familiar
and flutes and fiddles diddle to die-day.
My country feels the same seas spray.
Thus my life might be. Another side
of a white-horsed sea.
But new coined.

copyright 2012 Karen J McDonnell