She used a blue biro pen and had numbered the pages on small, plain, lined notepaper…I was pleased to see, sometimes, the smudged ring of a teacup or saucer imprinted on the page. I ould see her in the kichen getting a cup of tea as she wrote to me on a Sunday night. Continue reading
Two Dublin men, Eric Moran and Ryan Haran, are, for the first time in its 32 year history, in leading roles in ‘Circe’s Carnival of Vice’. Continue reading
It’s not easy to be in love with
a place that has changed so much. Continue reading
The world of the film is a small town where everyone knows everyone’s business, and yet no-one ever speaks of what happens just down the road. Continue reading
Ó hEochagáin wryly suggests that Irish car windscreen wipers should have special settings to cater for the variety and intensity of the rain: ‘slow, medium, fast, Irish’. Continue reading
Childhood memories, family, grief, the beauty of nature, climate change and war are my main themes. I write to make sense of life and to shape my memories and feelings. I have a lyrical style of writing. Continue reading
Who can forget the smell of the Ulster fry of bacon, eggs and fadges completely soaked in gravy? Continue reading
We heard you read local poets
McNiece, Larkin, Rodgers. Told us of
Hewitt’s ox and goat metaphor
for Northern Ireland. Continue reading
My father’s father’s father
survived the potato blight of ’47.
lived all his life
on the Crow’s Nest farm
where he heard an eerie
caw, caw, cawing
late in the night. Continue reading
Daddy said: ‘Give her a bag of porridge going’. Continue reading
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