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Issue # 7 May 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Brian Kirk lives in Dublin, Ireland. He has been shortlisted for various awards including Hennessy Awards in 2008 and 2011. His stories and poems have appeared in the Sunday Tribune, The Stony Thursday Book, Crannog, Revival, Boyne Berries, Wordlegs, Cancan, Southward Journal, Bare Hands Poetry and various anthologies. He blogs at:

Brian Kirk

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The Last to Fly

After Graham Knuttel's painting


It's twenty five past three
a crescent moon reclines on cobalt sea
gulls like paper planes abandon me
to night and mind
my body boxed and bound
in clammy bedclothes
face masked in living rigor mortis
flushed and sweating
watching for a change that will not come
brain fizzing with the chemistry
of loss and death
adding and subtracting
down the days
waiting for the sun to paint the sky
wondering why I am
the last to fly