Poem: Teacher
TEACHER I know I’ve made a christ of you the way I gather up the…
Browsing: Culture
Friended
We were best friends, each the other’s trusted wingman and sometime sponsor and crude litigator…
The Greatest Troubadour: Jacques Brel
In search of the my favourite troubadour all roads lead to Flanders, Belgium, then on…
Poem: The Oath
The Oath The little hand he holds Is all they could find to give him:…
Musician of the Month: Caterina Schembri
On November 14th I am releasing my debut album Sea Salt & Turpentine on the…
Fiction: Fez
December light spills down the halka, through the shutters and across my bed. Living in…
Poem: Old Road Sign
Old Road Sign The sere severed plywood sign painted a modest white was nailed once…
Fiction: Old Poetry
It was because of Daniel that Mary Ann remembered Tom again; because she’d found out…
Poem: Whom You’re Never Told
Whom You’re Never Told She pleads with her mantras for years—endless In a hill so…
Musician of the Month: Greg Clifford
I was born in Dublin in 1987, and grew up 5 kilometres west of the…
Poem: The First of February
The First of February Well, here’s a pile of puke on a bank of snow,…
The Nascent Age of the Self -Involved
One must begin by asking a begging question: is literary criticism, in Ireland, dead? Recently,…
Poem: Hats On for the Happy
Hats On for the Happy We couldn’t go in person since the car had grown…
Kneecap – Don’t Look Back in Ongar
Out with the old, in with the new. In the same month that Don’t Look…
Rothko in Paris
Content is a glimpse of something, an encounter like a flash. It’s very tiny –…
Review: Trump Rant by Chris Agee
“Trump Inhabits Trumpistan”, writes Chris Agee in his rampaging poetic satire, Trump Rant: “Trump Is…
Poem: ‘Calling All Angels’
Calling All Angels Leaves fall like secret prayers— calling all angels September’s having her best…
Poem: Holy Hay
Holy Hay I didn’t have a chance to show you the sainfoin I sowed back…
Substituting Memory for History in the (Mis)information Age
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake. James Joyce,…