Literatures

There are things you find out: not all homeless people sleep on the street. Some sleep in B&Bs, some in hostels, some in hotels. Some couch surf with friends and family until they wear...

Celeste Augé is the author of Skip Diving (Salmon Poetry, 2014), The Essential Guide to Flight (Salmon Poetry, 2009) and the collection of short stories Fireproof and Other Stories (Doire Press, 2012). World Literature...

Who's like to open a holy bookshop, like the one in The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry (originally published as The Collected Works of A. J. Fikry)? I surely would. Gabrielle Zevin’s humour, elegance, and...

I. Cold February, Galway Novena comes around again. Students burst home past the Cathedral’s line. The rain starts to come down hard and under white flap, a trailer is a serendipitous sheltering where I browse tin-silver Mary-embellished bracelets, medals...

First we all hear the shuffling noise. Look! a tourist outside Spar exclaims—her phone, a pitchfork claim, a scamall despair, our local newsprint’s state stories so close, they rumble, and they ignore it. He points his finger up...

We become adult on roads, on lines, on grids, on greens, on grey spaces — you cannot zoom in. We become older with the city as seer, decibels the scale from stepping dawn to engine rattling dusk, to clinking night and walk-back light. Chiaroscuro lives in metered...

Elaine Cosgrove is from the West of Ireland. Transmissions, her debut collection of poems, is published by Dedalus Press. Elaine Cosgrove was born in Sligo in 1985. Her poems have been published in The Stinging...

American Gods is a 2017 tv series, an adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s novel of the same name. Shadow Moon, the main character, is a man who has lost everything.  He has just been released from...

During times of change and related turmoil like our current one, there are some films and TV series that can help us, not only to motivate us to take action outside and change inside,...

‘I told you. I’ve just become a new man. I stayed in that musty hole for three years. I read books. I thought. I screamed and cried. Then suddenly the light dawned. I understood...