Poem: The First of February
The First of February Well, here’s a pile of puke on a bank of snow,…
Browsing: Culture
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,…
Mary Dances
In normal times Mary used to catch glimpses of the dancers. On his cigarette break…
Musician of the Month: Finn Doherty
Early Influences I tend to cite the same small handful of artists as my early…
Review: Father, Son and Brother Ghost
Few writers can do grief and loss like John MacKenna. He is, without question, the…
The Synaptic Twerking of Consciousness
Life, as we find it, is too hard for us; it brings us too many…
Poem: ‘They Have Gained An Audience’
THEY HAVE GAINED AN AUDIENCE with the divine. The plumbline is vertical as the resulting…
Poem: ‘The Longest Day of the Year’
THE LONGEST DAY OF THE YEAR Lucky gull chicks on a city roof take food…
Fairy Story
Then the fairy spread her wings and flew off. People came from far and wide…
Poem: ‘The Vagabond’
The Vagabond J.M. Synge, 1871-1909 To comprehend, regard the brutal wilderness to hand. More than…
Review: ‘That They May Face the Rising Sun’
Some viewers have noticed the numberplate on the Ford Cortina in That They May Face…
Bunker Mentality
I was en route to Leitrim for a second time in a month when ‘Zooropa,’…
Poem: ‘And Not Your Garments’
And Not Your Garments Lord, Lord this my heart full of secrets, seeds I know…