
Poetry: Peter O’Neill
The Bridge After Meryon Bridge of Be-ing, all arches mirrrored upon The river running –…
The Bridge After Meryon Bridge of Be-ing, all arches mirrrored upon The river running –…
Irish Rail Dublin, that old whore, with her piss -stained pavements Abruptly transforms into a…
Poems in the Manner of the Devil After Alexandar Ristović (1933-1994) If you can’t chew…
Spring For Lois P. Jones I The gentle discord of rainfall, its alternating static…
Father Peter McVerry has been working with homeless people for over forty years. When he…
Encumeada It was the very last shot on the roll Before the film disappeared…
Dublin Bay South by-election candidate Peter Dooley has an impressive track record of fighting for…
Covid-19 has perhaps spelt a temporary death for, amongst many other things, flaneurship – that…