The Stone

Easy as talk at a child's party, I cluster as one of their number. When the men fade, attention turns from woman to woman, lap...

There is a room wide as a football pitch and narrow as a cupboard. Off to one side, a low table bears lever arch folders a person...

Liz Quirke lives in Spiddal, Co Galway with her wife and daughters and is a PhD candidate at NUI Galway. Her debut poetry collection...

Limbo You will not tell me how you got here. You cannot tell me how you got here, but I do not even ask. Why...

I brought on the bleeding seven times over the years before it stopped altogether. Miriam down the road, then her daughter, would peer out...

We crowded around the screen and watched him putting ‘J.C.’ into the Hall of Fame. He had got the top score in Street Fighter...

Aoibheann McCann was brought up in Donegal but lives in Galway. She writes fiction, non-fiction and the occasional poem. Her work has been published...

Who owns these hips                                these awful saucer over-lacquered eyes and abandoned pink-jellyfish-on-the-rock lips             this harsh-one-layer-mono does nothing for my double chin                                  but you already know that I’m...

There is nothing in the old Tuam beet factory only a greasy fluthering of  Natterer’s bats and some gnawing weasels. Once the full silos were emptied...

I’d like to spend Easter 2016 bird watching on the Isle of Wight. I will not be remembering shootings or blood. I will kill no bird. I...