Martin SmallridgeinAgora24In the Valley of Moonlit Shadows — Mystery of Andrzej Mazur’s poetryIn the silent hush of Portlaoise night, I tread upon the shadowed path of Andrzej Mazur’s verse, “Lily from the Deep, Mountain-Enclosed…Aug 12Aug 12
Martin SmallridgeinAgora24The ReserveO silence… let the departed rest, unsaid, here is the whisper… and there’s a pale stag in rut, a dream half-fed, unaware, transgressing the…Feb 20Feb 20
Martin SmallridgeinAgora24A STREAK OF LIGHTWe ventured back, my loyal hound and I, from the edge of shadows black, where, like a serpent sly, the light did twist and ply, of the…Feb 19Feb 19
Martin SmallridgeinAgora24THRUSH ON A BARRICADEIn a coil, my mind, a delicate embryo’s cradle, I thread through the street’s snares, a poetic wade, In squares, flowered beds, and gardens…Feb 15Feb 15
Martin SmallridgeinAgora24All in one gulpFreedom is said to reside where no man dwells, it’s dull, lame, sore and ugly - to a point of excess.Jun 1, 2022Jun 1, 2022
Martin SmallridgeinAgora24En route towards the pyre…We are the Generation Zero grafted sensibilities to features of the world that we cannot be sure would yield to our attempts of definition…May 30, 2022May 30, 2022
Martin SmallridgeinAgora24Being VolkerLiterary sketches on “The mills kept grinding”May 23, 2022May 23, 2022
Martin SmallridgeinAgora24Just a Game of appearancesMany of you were born in a safe place, in a country where war has no access, and you have never feared for the life and health of…Mar 17, 2022Mar 17, 2022
Martin SmallridgeThe ordnance of Gods and MenPicture a cold winter. Snow crackling under your feet, blizzards, wind howling across the wastelands and forests with overwhelming darkness…Jan 19, 2022Jan 19, 2022