Stephen Byrne

Stephen Byrne is a chef and writer originally from Dublin and now lives in Chicago. His debut book Somewhere but not Here was selected...

Bobbie Sparrow – Beat the same drum

It’s not enough to suckle and rear two sons who have never been here before    nor will ever be seen again it’s not enough to hold a...

Bobbie Sparrow – One degree warmer

Digging a hollow for an apple sapling, roots trembling digging for gold springs the rush of greed digging sand castles of delight for small boys digging the...

Bobbie Sparrow – New years day 2018

Four sheep stand round in grown comfort on top of a frost- bitten hill the ragged bushes at their back stop no wind two kneel to tooth the grass filling...

Bobbie Sparrow

Bobbie Sparrow is a poetry writing Psychotherapist.  She was long listed for the Over the Edge new writer’s award 3 times and short listed...

Seamus Scanlon – The Long Wet Grass

The resonance of tires against the wet road is a mantra strong and steady. The wipers slough rain away in slow rhythmic arcs into...

Seamus Scanlon – The Long Wet Grass

The resonance of tires against the wet road is a mantra strong and steady. The wipers slough rain away in slow rhythmic arcs into...

Seamus Scanlon – THREE – NIL

High on a Northern Hill The Golgotha shuffle ended for some. Fire tried girls Fetched them in. I walked in. The Locomotion was playing. Everybody's doin' a brand new dance...

Seamus Scanlon

Seamus Scanlon is a writer from Galway and is an award winning librarian and Associate Professor at City College’s Centre for Worker Education. His prize...

Liz Quirke – Mná na hÉireann, thirty years on

and what does it look like? Which names are remembered, what have we learned? Anne Lovett, Baby X, Miss C, fallen, scorned, lost and for what? To cover...

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I saw Beckett the other dayin the doorway of that caféwhere you took his photograph. You know the onewhen he looked up at...

Heiko H. Caimi – The Predestined Ones

Against the backdrop of a labour strike, there are twelve interwoven destinies; twelve characters who will be part of an unexpected sequence...

Órla Foyle

Órla Foyle was born to Irish parents in Nigeria, Africa and has also lived in Kenya, Malawi and Australia. She now lives...