Louise Nealon – The Possibility of Snow

It was embarrassing at first, when they didn’t know each other. The postwoman would say hello and Miriam would say I’m grand even though...

Louise Nealon

Louise Nealon is a writer from Co Kildare. In 2017, she won the Seán Ó Faoláin International Short Story Competition and was the recipient...

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

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...

Órla Foyle

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

Celeste Augé – How I Learnt to be Jewish

The thing is, the reality of being a teen activist is very different to how I pictured it when I was eleven. It mostly...

Celeste Augé – Things You Find Out

There are things you find out: not all homeless people sleep on the street. Some sleep in B&Bs, some in hostels, some in hotels....

Celeste Augé

Celeste Augé is the author of Skip Diving (Salmon Poetry, 2014), The Essential Guide to Flight (Salmon Poetry, 2009) and the collection of short...

Elaine Cosgrove – Greening

I. Cold February, Galway Novena comes around again. Students burst home past the Cathedral’s line. The rain starts to come down hard and under white flap, a trailer...

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Valentina Meloni – As if it were an endless autumn

As if it were an endless autumn silently one by one they leave and buds already appear on branches airy pollens are floating in flight but the invisible...

Valentina Meloni

Born in Rome in 1976, since 2007 she has lived between Umbria and Tuscany.. She has published for poetry: Le regole del controdolore (Temperino...

Alexander Shurbanov – Waiting for Schliemann

Everything I’ve written has its whereabouts in spacetime. Not a word is invented, not a sound. If one day a Schliemann rakes the dust of the ages, Troy the unconquerable will...

What propels poetry into being is amazement: conversation with Alexander Shurbanov

I met Alexander Shurbanov in Sofia during the summer of 2016, on the occasion of a brief visit to the capital of Bulgaria connected...

Alexander Shurbanov

Alexander Shurbanov (Sofia, 1941) is author of many books of poems and essays. He has translated into Bulgarian Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, Shakespeare’s mature...