The Stone

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...

Mass will be said for no more bad language and gambling and wanking that the Athenry boys are doing, down the back of the...

Elaine Feeney is, above all, a feminist. Her poetry examines the experience of being a woman in a patriarchal society, particularly in rural Ireland...

Q: Why were a hundred thousand children abused? A: Because this is a catholic country. Q: Why did the abusers get away with it? A: Because this...

Beware the one who talks to you of your children’s future for he carries an Earthquake machine that will rubble the lives of your children. Beware the...