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  November 2016
volume 13 number 2
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  Dave Houston
  Dani Raschel Jiménez
  Scott C. Kaestner
  Sofia Kioroglou
  Deborah P Kolodji
  Rick Lupert
  Donal Mahoney
  Afric McGlinchey
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  Adam Phillips
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Afric McGlinchey
November 2016
   

 

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    Afric McGlinchey's awards include the Hennessy Poetry award, Northern Liberties Prize, Editors' Choice (USA) and Poets Meet Politics prize. Her début, The lucky star of hidden things, was translated into Italian and published by L'Arcolaio. Her work has also been translated into Spanish, Polish, Romanian and Irish. Afric has been invited to read at festivals, poetry events and literary exchanges in Italy, France, Zimbabwe, South Africa and England, as well as all over Ireland. She received an Arts Bursary to write her second collection, Ghost of the Fisher Cat (Salmon), which was nominated for the 2016 Forward Prize. Afric was selected as one of Ireland's rising poets in a special issue (118) of Poetry Ireland Review. A book editor, reviewer and workshop facilitator, she lives in West Cork, Ireland.

   

 

Boys

Tomorrow night it'll be the reek
of Lynx; dickie bows
flung down the stairs
gel-headed, broad-shouldered
tuxedo glamour ducking
under the doorframe
orchid corsages
awkward
in their hands

but tonight it's the twang
of an amped guiter,
rocked back chairs
in a pell-mell room;
a swaying pyramid
of boys on a bed
hot uprising of adolescence
laughing
at nothing at all

copyright 2016 Afric McGlinchey