Lockdown III

Issue 46, Volume 2: Summer 2022
Poetry

caliginous brown, streaks, different to how I imagined

and geraniums

watch while they bloom

after reading Eric Falci

somehow, now I know the sound of a sparrow’s wings is a chopper

poised to land on a hospital roof– I know mostly what they look like

Julie Morrissy is the first poet in residence at the National Library of Ireland and a Fellow at the Keough–Naughton Institute for Irish Studies at the University of Notre Dame.