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…
Hope in Despair I have always loved museums, no doubt having a kind of prophetic…
It was Saturday morning. Maher was lying in bed. He had just woken up. It…
I immediately twitch with an almost intolerable discomfort when I hear the words freedom and…
Irish Rail Dublin, that old whore, with her piss -stained pavements Abruptly transforms into a…
The prize painting in the National Gallery of Ireland is, without a doubt, Caravaggio’s depiction…
Poems in the Manner of the Devil After Alexandar Ristović (1933-1994) If you can’t chew…
L’histoire naturelle, ce n’est rien autre que la nomination du visible. Michel Foucault – Les…