
Poetry: Billy O Hanluain
Gold Fish I envy the gold fish the dignity of his fits and spasms mid…
Gold Fish I envy the gold fish the dignity of his fits and spasms mid…
Three Miles South of Carlow Town Walk with me. Don’t speak. Come to the place…
For the purpose of perspective, I should like to carry out a short comparative study…
‘Liberals’ & ‘Death’ Two words that strut confident of their own historical inevitability. Everyone in…
Nicholas of Bari Another night fifth in a row unsettled but unfrozen thinking I get it I…
AREOPAGITE The cloud moves, low, across the landscape, leaving a slick of rainwater on the…
Prescription: Isolation No man is an island? Go to your room. Sweat for three days…
The Lamps of the Virgins from Bearers of the Broken Vessel At dawn, weaving through…
Try mph To Payney, Tinpan, JJ, Tom P., Tom C., Col, Ry, Peewee I know…
Advisory Epistle From Literature Quangocrat after Alexander Pope About my person, I at all times…
At the end of 2019, I wrote: In these times it is perhaps inevitable that…