shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Jessamine O Connor comes from Dublin and lives in county Sligo, Ireland. Previous to poems she wrote irregular anarchic zines. She won the Francis Ledwidge award and the iYeats award in 2011, and in 2012 was shortlisted for the Bradshaw Books manuscript competition. Recent places to find her poems include 'The Galway Review', 'New Irish Writing', 'The Stony Thursday Book', 'The First Cut', and 'The Stinging Fly' and in the next issue of 'Ropes'.

Jessamine O Connor



Alien inside, spooky grey on the screen
All squirming bones and hollow eyes
Growing in the dark
Stamping out a space for itself
In the warm igloo of my insides

As my neck lies twisted towards the monitor
It rolls away, turns a bony back to us
The scan lady laughs, freezes the moment
The cold shoulder
I recognise instantly the child of my lover