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Issue # 8 September 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


The 2010 winner of the Hennessy Poetry Award, Afric McGlinchey grew up in Ireland and Africa. She was also a Pushcart nominee, shortlisted in the Bridport, and highly commended in the Magma, Joy of Sex, and Dromineer poetry competitions in 2012. She is a book editor, and writes fiction and poetry reviews for the Irish Examiner, Sabotage and Orbis. Her début poetry collection, The lucky star of hidden things, was published in 2012 by Salmon.
Afric lives in West Cork, Ireland.

Afric McGlinchey

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Glass vessel

Crimson, carrot and palatinate blue
flare and swirl in kisses,
third eyes, Venus butterflies.
I hold all the magic of sunlit
mornings, or fourteen oranges,
or passion fruit, or just as easily,
your lost mobiles, glasses, coins.
For clarity just hold me to the light:
tap a sharpened knife to find my note.
There is a story here, scattered
like pollen on a sheet, waiting
for secrets and fecundity. I catch
you gazing, wondering, wanting
this colour-jeweled, sybarite's delight.