Trácht an tsléibhe Le Julie Breathnach-Banwait Anuas taobh an chnoic – ón ngabhdán tí meirgeach úd, tógtha ar na cosa tanaí miotail, nuair a bhuaileann néal an ghrian is a cuid oibre curtha di, is í ag réiteach chun suain – a dhoirteann an slua. Báibíní beaga fillte isteach ina bpócaí brollaigh, a gcrúcaí curláilte ar seó, is dhá shúil … Continue reading
The Habit of Leaving by Robyn Rowland Commissioned by John Carty for his slow air/jig ‘Seanamhac Tube Station’ In the 1970–80s the Irish were the largest immigrant community in Britain. John grew up there and played in the pub, ‘The Good Mixer’. Multi-awarded Irish traditional musician on fiddle, banjo, flute and tenor guitar, he wanted … Continue reading
Faoi cheo an tír faoi cheona crainn ina gcuimhne orthu féinna bóithre ag téaltúi dtreo na rúndiamhrais scáth an duine cois claíag féachaint anall ortas saol atá i bhfolachas saol a mheabhraíonn ort Under mist the land under mistthe trees a memory of themselvesthe roads creepingtowards mysteriesand someone’s shadow by a fencelooking over at youfrom … Continue reading
Winter is coming by David M Reid Acrylics on canvas A Homeless Ghost by David M Reid 28 October 2025 In ’68 I left my troubled Belfast homeland.Friends, with only a hint of friendly malice,slyly suggested,‘You’re not emigrating.You’re deserting.’ In that divided city,one must pick a side.But I feltneither Irish nor British,neither Protestant … Continue reading
Liath Feictear liath ar liathA chiallaíonn Gaza:Liath na luathaLiath an smionagarLiath na haibhleoigeLiath craicinn gan fuilLiath na gcléití réabthaLiath na cnámh lomLiath an fhásaigh, ina bhfuil coscAr áthasAr atruaAr bheathaAr dhóchasAr thrócaireAgus, fiú, ar dhaonnacht. Grey There is a particular shade of greyThat signifies Gaza:Grey of ashGrey of rubbleGrey of embersGrey of bloodless skinGrey of … Continue reading
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