Cloisim gach coisméig is scuabadh ár gcosa le gach méanfach sa dorchadas..lI hear every squeak and sweep of our feet with every yawn in the dark. Continue reading
Filed under reminiscences …
Colcannon
. At a charity event, in the Wicklow mountains, Martin Byrne was faced with the task of feeding 1,500 people (no, that’s not a typo) with Colcannon. What did he do? Well, I’ll tell you. Continue reading
Before the Dawn by Michael Boyle
Not another house in Ireland
ever had had so many
Saint Brigit crosses made by
Cassie’s hand. Continue reading
‘A very jolly spree’: Irish Contraceptive Laws in the 70s
I have never smuggled anything over borders before or since and I was extremely nervous, but our car was not searched on the way over. The return trip was a different matter. Continue reading
Martin McGuinness – a hard man to replace.
Was he the most important leader of contemporary Ireland? Continue reading
Poetry by Máire Mhac an tSaoi
I am the same age as the state
And neither turned out as you wished . . .
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My last email from John Clarke
The man spoke. I had never seen him, never heard of him before, but boy did he make me laugh. Continue reading
Book Review: A Dog’s Soul
Even if I can’t read or write
I can imagine sun flooding a page. Continue reading
Long, Long Thoughts
THE BIRTHING By Maurice Brick On our little farm in Gorta Dubha we had for the most times, seven cows. The cows were well respected. They each had a name and a particular stall in the cowshed. We had Bó Dave which we bought from Dave a’Gabha (blacksmith), Bó Danny we bought from Danny Sheehy … Continue reading
The World of Sebastian Barry
You get to love too his elegant turn of phrase, understatement providing more eloquence than a rattle of words. Continue reading
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