Ploom #007 Turning a mountain back into a molehill Timothy C Goodwin Well, here we are again: me gawping up at Godzilla, Godzilla glaring down at me. His red eyes sparkle like the jewels of some mystical artefact; his mottled, dark green skin looks like it’s been carved from the rocks of some alien planet; […]
Ploom #006 Winter, visiting Dublin Zoo DS Maolalai at one point we stop because you need the bathroom. I wait, drinking coffee, holding yours in my hand. I’m stood on the path in a place where one can’t see the animals. sparrows land together. take off together. DS Maolalai DS Maolalai has been nominated nine
Ploom #005 The Vessel Ricky Monahan Brown We don’t really like the word god, you know? It’s silly. It’s like, you know how magic is just technology you don’t understand yet? Well, any sufficiently evolved human is a god to a human who is too primitive to understand them. Imagine trying to explain yourself to
Ploom #004 Fairytale Girls Catriona MacLeod Fairytale girls want to chill out, say a prayer / make a wish, phone a friend without a prince lurking behind a well, asking for her hand, or foot, or detailing another conditional clause in his coronation contract. Fairytale girls want to break patterns, sing unenchanted / sleep in
Ploom #003 Vacancy Lyndsey Croal VACANCY We are looking to recruit a committed and personable individual to fill an exciting new position of Night Shift Operator for the River Styx Ferry Service. This is a job-share opportunity to support the work of the Lead Ferryman, in line with our commitment to fair working practices as
Ploom #002 Turning point I Beth McDonough Snowberries become September – almost so perfect. Their already pale spheres hover whiter against dark hedges, contrast with veridian circle leaves. Too polystyrene-like, perhaps, robust, but strange. Almost ethereal. Ethereal? Almost. Strange, but robust. Perhaps like polystyrene too. Leaves circle, dying vivid, with contrast-edged red, again. Whiter
Ploom #001 Why does art matter?* James Alexander You can have art for art’s sake; but sometimes, a kick in the arts can make you think. * This was the question on Banksy™’s Gross Domestic Product™ website and the poem, the author’s answer. James Alexander Some time writer of poetry and comedy. Sometimes both together.
