During a discussion of the letter Q, Tocsvig said that the word quaff possibly originated in the Irish language
Three Mayo poems from Terry McDonagh’s forthcoming collection, Two Notes for Home: Along The Wild Atlantic Way It’s raining in Killala today.Not a day for whimperingor whinging – only a shower.Doors are still not numbered,two women share an umbrellabut there’s sunlight enough tobacklight a cat in a cosy corner. My name is non-headline.I’m a nosy …
An Irish lawyer practises from a tent on the gold-fields in Ballarat.
Our Christmas Day, the day that Christ was born,
a full nine months from when the angel told
the blessed Virgin what she could expect.
Walking to the church in the cold and dark, we snuggled into new coats, hats and gloves and counted the lighted candles that stood in each window to welcome the Christ Child.
This documentary warrants many viewings for a full appreciation of Steve Cooney, a hero of Irish traditional music. But with just one viewing, there’s eating and drinking in it.
It means once in a lifetime
That justice can rise up
And hope and history rhyme.
Adelaide is certainly a fortunate place to live during Covid19.
An Elegy for the Corncrake (On September 26 2020 local bird watcher Jared Clarke saw a corncrake on the South- east coast of Newfoundland.) Crek craik, crek craik crek craikNear noon on that Saturday mornon the boggy bake apple barrensflushed out by the spottersat a droke close Cape Race.You were only just a couple hours …
Finally, I gently clasp the dragonfly’s wings
and release it at the backdoor to fly away.
Was it a lost soul of a relative
From long ago looking for our prayers?