Her work is known for its lyrical style and strong ties to the Irish language and culture. She addresses emotional and controversial issues, including clerical abuse in the Catholic Church and the trauma felt by the Irish people. The imagery she creates evokes a profound sense of grief and historical pain. Continue reading
Another drink, said the Pooka, with the bark of a foreign tree entangled in his horns, an exile in the southern region of the mind, burnt by a strange sun, leaping between skyscrapers, dancing in a pub, drinking bitterness. Continue reading
Bilingual poems afford us the opportunity to appreciate both languages. What is most appreciated is the effort taken by these poets to make the English translations poems in their own right. This means that even if you do not read Irish, you can appreciate the themes, thoughts and imagery in this collection. Continue reading
by Michael Boyle The Woman Who Live Beside Ballymacpeake Mass Rock There are no half measureswith her. Even in gettinga cupán tae in yer hand.But the full spreadof fancy sandwichesand sweet cake at the table.Oh herself and the girlswill never pour ye outan ordinary a wee Black Bush.You’ll get a fill of the glassand then … Continue reading
This poem was published in English as ‘Twin Room” in Tinteán on the 7 May, 2019 (see https://tintean.org.au/2019/05/07/twin-room-by-david-harris/). Here is a version as Gaeilge. Continue reading
The stars are fading,
To the east a match is struck
Heralding the dawn. Continue reading
Going Back Home Again When are you going back?”Often I reply-I have an open ticket. Cups of tea full of sugar and milkThe full Irish or Ulster frySomber heart felt chatby stony graveyard walls.Old paths – now jungle under growthsYou wonder where time went.No one here knows you anymore.A couple of older neighborsstill tell how … Continue reading
Crainn Jacaranda,/buamaí gorma áille…
Jacaranda trees,lovely explosions of blue. Continue reading
There’s a border in Ireland now
that began – some would say –
when O’Neill and O’Donnell
of Tyrone and Tyrconnell,
took flight from where the
blue horizon is swallowed up
by the feral Atlantic in Donega Continue reading
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There was a time when thoughts
were clear and led to productive
musings. Continue reading
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