‘Girl Wor(l)ds’ by Ingrid Casey

Laughing about uptalk and vocal
fry, I realize, fuck! My soft daughter
is edged with razors. Impersonating
the Kardashians, but shy about showing
it off: she knows, too, satire is mean. Where
are we, us Irish? In the uproar of what is our
longsurrogate tongue. Let her back talk to
colonials old or new. Atta girl.

From issue #2: spring/summer 2016

About the Author
Ingrid Casey is a poet, parent, artist and activist. She has been writing poetry since 2015, and some prose, with publications in literary journals from Brooklyn to Kentucky, Dublin to Cardiff. She is a John Hewitt bursary recipient, amongst other accolades. Her debut collection, Mandible (the Onslaught Press, 2018)has been described by poet Jessica Traynor as a ‘vital addition to Irish poetry.’ This year she also produced a groundbreaking short documentary on families living in homeless accommodation: www.throughthecracks.ie