SUVs: A Symbol of Our Demise
This article has been gestating for some time. I must admit to a long-standing loathing…
Browsing: Peter O’Neill Cassandra Voices
Poem: Hope in Despair
Hope in Despair I have always loved museums, no doubt having a kind of prophetic…
Poetry: Commuting with Baudelaire
Commuting with Baudelaire We are living in a time when there are no gentlemen. So,…
Fragment Number 64
It was Saturday morning. Maher was lying in bed. He had just woken up. It…
Open Mics or Open Micks?
I immediately twitch with an almost intolerable discomfort when I hear the words freedom and…
Poetry: Peter O’Neill
The Bridge After Meryon Bridge of Be-ing, all arches mirrrored upon The river running –…
Poetry: Peter O’Neill
Irish Rail Dublin, that old whore, with her piss -stained pavements Abruptly transforms into a…
Poetry: Peter O’Neill
Poems in the Manner of the Devil After Alexandar Ristović (1933-1994) If you can’t chew…
Love and Literature in Numbers
Whenever I think about Literature I think about Love. Both are written with big Ls.…
Reviving Martin Heidegger’s Dasein – Be-ing
Before a recent online poetry reading I was invited to meet with other international participants.…
Fiction: Train Station
Awarded one of the Tidiest Towns in the nation, the place was profoundly inept and…