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
Literary tourism in Kerry and Cork. Continue reading
Catherine is a direct descendant of Arthur Guinness who started the stout, (she and Wayne got special treatment at the brewery), and a grand-daughter of Harry Guinness who was a leader alongside Roger Casement and Edmund Morel in opposing Belgian slavery in the Congo. (In 2017 Catherine wrote a stunning book, Rubber Justice, about him.) 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
Her restlessness, watching evening steam
rise from a thread of river to sift the pine
and fir on sweatered hillsides Continue reading
Go see the movie for the breathtaking landscape and the solid acting of Gabriel Byrne and the young stars Anne Skelly, Fionn O’Shea, and Ferdia Walshe Peelo, Continue reading
He will not study Famine roads on any map in school.
I discovered those myself much later, Trevelyan’s twisted
dictate, the futile labour of those arteries tapering
into the ether, Continue reading
Telling her that he’d ply her with honeyed words, whilst she tucked in the edges, devour her, she said, consume her, smoothing out the centre with her flat palm, tugging the creases to the corners. Continue reading
A rich plum pudding of a novel crammed with characters from the Joyce biographies and the novels, allusions and bits of text. Continue reading
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