Artist of the Month – Moira Tierney
[Best_Wordpress_Gallery id=”20″ gal_title=”Featured Artist of the Month: Moira Tierney”] The beach is one of…
Browsing: Culture
Sunset Over a Seizing Civilisation
This piece came from a little sound I heard in my head, an atmosphere, which…
My Fellow Americans – A Short Story
When I first moved to Dublin, I thought there were a lot of out-of-shape athletes…
Psalm 95
95 While someone exhorts us In song to sing to God, I’ve looked askance and…
Gitanjali – after Rabindranath Tagore
I am made endless for your pleasure Again and again emptied and filled A frail…
In the Place Of Sound
In and between these lines I will explore aspects of the fascinating and dynamic relationship…
Displaced – Abdalla Al Omari
All our biographies, if they went back far enough, would begin by explaining how our…
Spirit Animals
‘I had a dream about you last night.’ Sarah, stuffing wet tuna into pitta pockets…
Ibrahim Mahama: Negotiations of spaces
Ibrahim Mahama grew up in Tamale, north Ghana, where he was in daily contact with…
LA RÉSISTANCE
Missiles flashed, and it was beautiful— flares in the darkness of a fallen world where…
Against the Muses: Dragana Jurišić
I first came across Dragana Jurišić’s work in the National Gallery of Ireland, when her…
B Road Blues
Born by the river, out in the sticks I was born on a bend on…
At the Timber – A Short Story
George waits in the parked van. His mind is somewhere between sleep and the wood…
Song Shorts
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BBAEUOOFKQ “Iggy‘s not coming for lunch?” asked Ron. He tasted his breathe while talking, it…
Westerlywind – A Short Story
Worthless. Humiliated. Deeply uncomfortable. Skin crawling. Awful. Shitty shit shitty fucking horror shit shit cock…
Visitations
Come on in. Try our new Chicken Selects. Forget food. We should send them luggage.…
In the Artist’s Words
[Best_Wordpress_Gallery id=”11″ gal_title=”Magda”] Being self-taught, I am constantly seeking to reinvent what is familiar to…
Melon – A Short Story
“What face?” I said again. I wanted to help. I wanted more wine. My flare-ups,…
On Suicide
What a beautiful day to be a nihilist. The sun shatters like a wine glass…