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    Homesick At Home
    Homesick At Home
    Homesick At Home
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    Homesick At Home

    By Kate O'Shea

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    Kate O’Shea is probably the best-known unknown poet in Dublin. She has published a chapbook, Crackpoet (Wurm Press, 2013).

    She was short-listed for the Patrick Kavanagh Award twice in two consecutive years, and also made the short-list for the Cork Literary Review Manuscript Competition, and Erbacce-Press in 2017.

    Her latest publications were in The Saranac Review, Orbis, and The Stinginng Fly.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLimerick Writers Centre
    Release dateFeb 23, 2018
    ISBN9780995733381
    Homesick At Home
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    Kate O'Shea

    Kate O'Shea is probably the best-known unknown poet in Dublin. She has published a chapbook, Crackpoet, (Wurm Press, 2013).She was short-listed for the Patrick Kavanagh Award twice in two consecutive years, and also made the short-list for the Cork Literary Review Manuscript Competition, and Erbacce-Press in 2017.Two poems highly commended by Al Alvarez, were published in The Silver Wyvern Anthology in Italy, 2001, and most recently, one was translated into Polish, and is also on an English syllabus in the Philippines.Her latest publications were in The Saranac Review, Orbis, Cyphers, Outburst, Prole, and The Stinging Fly.

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      Book preview

      Homesick At Home - Kate O'Shea

      Homesick at Home

      Homesick at Home

      Kate O’Shea

      Copyright © Kate O’Shea 2018

      First published in Ireland by

      Revival Press

      Limerick, Ireland

      Revival Press is the poetry imprint of

      The Limerick Writers’ Centre

      12 Barrington Street, Limerick, Ireland

      www.limerickwriterscentre.com

      www.facebook.com/limerickwriterscentre

      All rights reserved

      No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form

      or by any means, electronic or mechanical without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

      Book Design: Lotte Bender

      Cover Image: Lotte Bender

      Managing Director: Dominic Taylor

      Formatted by: Stephen Riordan

      ISBN 978-0-9957333-8-1

      A CIP catalogue number for this publication is available from The British Library

      Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.

      Charles Baudelaire from The Flowers of Evil.

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      Variations of these poems first appeared in Poetry Ireland Review, Acorn, Poetry on the Lake – Silver Wyvern Anthology, Italy, (highly commended by Al Alvarez), Out to Lunch Anthology, www.outburstmagazine.com, Angle Poetry Journal, Australia, CANCAN, Scotland, Lucid Rhythms, U.S.A, www.thegalwayreview.com, Index of Women poets (poethead.wordpress.com and open.salon.com/blog/poethead,), Over The Edge Anthology, Boyne Berries, The Pickled Body, Cyphers, Prole, Wales, Orbis, U.K., Saranac Review, and Saranac Review; Ten Year Anthology, New York State, U.S.A, more raw material anthology work inspired by alan sillitoe (Lucifer Press) U.K.

      The poems Parable of a Polish Émigré, and Siberia are included in Translation Ireland’s Polish edition – Volume 19, number 2.

      Nominated for a Pushcart in 2014, short-listed for the Patrick Kavanagh Award two years running, and later made the short-list for the Cork Literary Review Manuscript Competition, then Erbacce-Press in 2017.

      This book is dedicated to my younger self; you didn’t give up.

      And for my pals, Catherina McCarthy and Sarah Sunflower Lundberg, who died three weeks apart the same year.

      CONTENTS

      The Somnambulist Who Stood Still

      Pyjamas for Pygamies

      Fabric

      The Night Watchman

      Pram

      The Last Rose

      High-flier

      Deer

      Pointlesness

      Pieta

      Life, friends, is boring

      My Father’s Shirt

      Siberia

      Expecting Rain

      Black Hole

      The old Nubble light foghorn

      Eating Butterflies

      Towards nightfall 2013

      Poet’s House

      Silence of the Hamfat Man

      Muldoon’s Fishmonger, Dublin 7

      Merciful Release

      Gloom Cupboard

      Cracking Walnuts

      Rooster

      Lost and Found

      Writing in the back room

      Tadpole

      Sacred Places

      The Hand of God and Adam

      Cat Melodeon

      Dublin

      The National Museum of Ireland

      Swift

      The Day Assails Me

      Bouquets

      A Horse’s Jump

      Time Machine

      Dandelion Clocks

      Butcher Birds

      Seashore

      Melancholia

      Cogs, Crucifixes, and Codology

      How to tie a scarf

      Eggs

      Erotomania

      Conspiracy

      Ubermensch

      Necklace

      Hades has gone to ground

      Anthem

      Natterjack

      The Sassy Shoe

      The Talking Stiletto

      Pure Oxygen

      Lost

      Parable of a Polish Émigré

      Trout

      Please give up this space if a wheelchair user needs it

      Twirly Bird

      The Doll’s House

      The Fetishist

      Hell Poems

      About Revival Press

      The Somnambulist Who Stood Still

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      Odorous

      Don’t warble.

      She smells you for her own.

      His scarf is a Garrotte Her on all fours.

      Hors d’oeuvre. Opens no doors.

      Whores. Don’t warble.

      She is not what she seems.

      She is real mean, eats dwarves

      oscillates on fat fingers

      odorous dreamer

      osseous tail – a small pencil from

      a bookie shop that wriggled down

      the

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