TweetShare Desperado Johnny picks the dead flies from his teeth with a broken matchstick He plays the drums at the weekend and his girlfriend just proposed He then thinks to himself “oh god, I think she’s pregnant” But Johnny doesn’t believe in Jesus   Do Not Feed The Bears Now please remember, to not to [...]

TweetShare Collectively stronger, that’s the idea; I guess that’s Mutantspace’s strength too, so with that in mind I set about trying to find other slam poets in Cork. (Slam to me meaning poets that don’t read from a book) Now this isn’t a rule or anything but just a guide. There does seem to be [...]

TweetShare A Portrait So Divine I painted a picture disturbing, of a long dead king not allowed to rest. The chosen few allowed to feast their eyes upon his preserved body, drinking from his wounds, devouring his flesh .They seek immortality, they seek knowledge. These ghouls shall only find one thing, depravity. Bewilderment Face shaped [...]

TweetShare Gone To The Chateau It is now mid-September, and the cool breeze predicts what to come. The light rain recalls our first introduction, almost a year to the day. We met in Paris, she adored my style, “Picasso- esque, she remarked. The deal was sealed, her number instigated  the affair. She was on her [...]

TweetShare My Cat Parsnips by Melissa Newell My cat parsnips has one ear I don’t know why. mommy says cos he got into a fight with a dog. daddies friends hate parsnips one time they came to our house with their dog .his name is Gobles, gobels wanted to eat parsnips but parsnips is clever [...]

TweetShare Staring at an empty page, waiting for it to make its mind up, looking at it, full of possibilities. Could be a song, poem, story, letter, even a list of future plans and possibilities… but no, it stays there stubbornly smirking, laughing at me, blank with nothing to say. “You can’t think of anything [...]

TweetShare My Favourite Thing by Melissa Newell age 8 and three quarters A revolver is my favourite choice of gun. it is also daddies favourite. he likes it because it has a revolving chamber which means you don’t have to reload as much. Clint Eastwood is daddy’s hero, Clint Eastwood usually plays cowboys or cops. [...]

TweetShare The Problem Merchant I’m the problem merchant, I buy and I sell; Any problems to me You can surely tell. Whether your wife left you, or you just can’t pay the bills, I’ll even listen, If you’re a fellow who kills. You’ll think I’m insane, With my crazy deals, But when I’m through with [...]

Two poems from our resident poet Alan Maguire; Manical Monsters and Urban Gorilla

It’s getting an audience in to see a punk poet or a bunch of likeminded people to enjoy your art form and are willing to give up an evening to take a chance on something new. My poetry is inspired by the likes of John Cooper Clarke and bands such as Joy Division and The Fall more than the traditional poets.

The cattle wander the land,
wanting to graze even though it lay barren,
father blamed the drought,
but the neighbouring farms cattle were fat,
father even begged the neighbours but returned with a deep sorrow in his eyes,
forced to take drastic measures father culled every single head of the herd,
he had no choice,
then the seasons changed,
bringing storms of wind and snow,
but only I survived the winter madness.