Elaine Feeney – Mass

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

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

Dave Lordan – Cathechism: This is a Catholic Country

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...

Dave Lordan – Poem for the anti-Fracking Campaign

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...

Dave Lordan – Tribute To Joe Strummer

      Your words were boots Joe, boots in Lewisham when black and white and yellow riot put down the Nazi scum, and in Trafalgar Square in ninety-one when the  fury of...

Dave Lordan – The Lost Tribe of the Wicklow Mountains

  I believe in them, so they do exist.   In the Wicklow Mountains It is easier to hide than you think.   Behind waterfalls. In sunless crevices. In densest rhododendroned foliage.   On...

Dave Lordan – The Impossible Paddy

Dave Lordan - The Impossible Paddy Painting by Alpini Gionatan When, following the big win- the real biggie- uncountable zeros after his name- he...

Dave Lordan – I am Salmon

I am Salmon I am Salmon in a poisoned stream trying to heal myselfupriver like you. Part healed and part poisoned then Part-poisoning too.

Dave Lordan

Among the radical voices of contemporary Irish writing Dave Lordan’s is, perhaps, the most recognisable. This is partly because of his media profile,...

Dave Lordan – Neighbour

Dear in-hock-for-a-lifetime  Suburban, anonymous, pebble-dashed, Pre-packaged-dream-house Neighbour of mine I have not got a clue about you What your name is Where you hail...

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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...