Fiction: Yer Man
Inside the castle’s gift shop stood White, reading the biography of the artist whose work…
Inside the castle’s gift shop stood White, reading the biography of the artist whose work…
Psalm The light and the wind on the water these wild winter days are breath…
A Poem for Refaat Alareer In the poem your butchers fear to breathe, the murdered…
The music I am performing at the moment mostly came from three different sets of…
So, it’s Thursday night in Dublin, I’ve found some Poitin, and am thinking of Shane…
I grew up in Walthamstow, London listening to my Dad play finger-picking folk covers on…
The theme of ‘late art’ was recently explored by the art historian Carel Blotkamp in…
No Record of Wrongs Love does keep a record of some things— your solitary walks…
The Empire Windrush sails tonight, she’s got a one-way ticket, and she’s half way home…
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity, but I know none, therefore…
What do you pay attention to when you listen to music? The lyrics and melody?…
Bliain an Áir ‘The Year of Slaughter’, 1740-41 Around the earth, a warring, wooden sea…
The underlying theme of Canary is that of missed warnings and overcoming trauma. My mother…
I spent four years teaching English in Changchun, a city of six million people in…
Belfast writer, and poet, Ciaran Carson carried a black flute with silver keys on its…
The bed had been positioned deliberately near the window so the artist had a view…
When I was five, I made myself a paper flute. I played it sitting on…
Waking Up He had thousands of kodachromes when he died. Nowadays they’d be snaps stored…
How I Remember Her I glared that first night as she vaunted perks And spoke…
The leaves of Greenwich Park were the soul of Autumn as I walked slowly up…