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
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
She brought ashore a language / and a pocketful of scraps: / a seagull nested in her mind / and she found shelter in a doorless house / that would let her neither in nor out / though she escaped in a dream / and saw before her a tribe / who reminded her of the dead Continue reading
Colin Ryan, Julie Breathnach-Banwait, Dymphna Lonergan Daonna Le Colin Ryan Táim beagnach daonna, a deir sí, pé rud is daonnacht ann. Deireadh na daoine féin nárbh fhéidir a rá cad is daonnacht ann: anam (b‘fhéidir), tuiscint, filíocht. Níl ionamsa (a deir sí) ach guth. Í ag taisteal i long réaltach, long neimhe, long lonrach, lán … Continue reading
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