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Phoebe Power Longlisted for Michael Murphy Memorial Prize
We're delighted to share the news that Phoebe Power has made it onto the longlist of the 2019 Michael Murphy Memorial Prize with her debut collection, Shrines of Upper Austria . The Michael Murphy Memorial Prize is a biennial prize for a distinctive first book of poetry in English published in Britain or Ireland. read more
Ned Denny Wins Seamus Heaney Prize
We're over the moon to share the news that Ned Denny has been awarded the The Seamus Heaney Centre Poetry Prize 2019 for his debut collection, Unearthly Toys: Poems and Masks . The announcement was made at the Award Night in No Alibis Bookstore in Belfast on Tuesday 2nd July. read more
Dunya Mikhail is the PBS Autumn Wild Card!
We're really pleased to share the news that Dunya Mikhail 's In Her Feminine Sign has been chosen by the Poetry Book Society as their Wild Card in the Autumn 2019 Selections! read more
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Poem of the Day


Sinead Morrissey

It takes ten thousand hours to shine at anything.
And if we haven’t spent night after night on the Reeperbahn

cranking our act so tight it stood up all by itself and walked,
we’ve come close, but we still fall flat.

We sweat inside our Sullivan suits. The early set is hell:
each song like a crackerjack firework, jettisoning its effects

inside its white-hot flurry of minutes then cutting out.
We can hear the gap – by a bit, by a notch, by a semi-step,

by a skip in the heart we can’t fix – no matter the hours
the prayers the floral tributes the slow dispensing of oil

at its feet. It’s a rainy January night in Belfast.
I need to tell my son when I see him about the lights

of another ferry across from ours on the journey over
like we were two boats holding hands.
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