Liz Quirke – Counterfeit

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...

Liz Quirke – Waiting Room

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

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

Aoibheann McCann – Sanctuary

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...

Aoibheann McCann – One of those women

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

Aoibheann McCann – Johnny Claire

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

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...

Elaine Feeney – In Montmartre with Degas

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...

Elaine Feeney – The Harvest

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...

Elaine Feeney – Oak

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...

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Órla Foyle – Dorothea in the Land of Black and White Men

The white girl looks over at our table. She is waiting for chowder soup while her mother waits for fish and chips....

Órla Foyle – Italian Nuns

In Kenya, we knew Italian nunswho snapped chicken necksand swung pig sausage from thekitchen rafters.They smelled of soup and incenseand dug their...

Órla Foyle – I Saw Beckett The Other Day

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...