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

When, following the big win- the real biggie- uncountable zeros after his name- he stands his friends an endless reservoir of stout and decrees every church a twenty...

Dave Lordan – I am Salmon

I am Salmon I am Salmon in a poisoned stream trying to heal myself upriver 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, particularly...

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 from...

The Stone – Political and social writing from Ireland

This column is called The Stone in homage to a poem by WB Yeats written one hundred years ago. The poem is called...

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I am swimming on this hot May day on a deserted beach in my white skin I learned to swim in Minneapolis lakes, one named after...

Ray Bradbury – Farewell Summer

The Enchanted Summer tells the story of Tom, Doug, John and other kids (and adults) who live in Green Town, a small town in...

“Deep Red” by Dario Argento

We attended a parapsychology conference in Rome. In that same room, Helga Ulmann (Macha Méril), a German medium, felt the presence of a person...

Tom Phillips – Poetry is the new rock’n’roll

None of us really wants it, do we? Poetry is the new rock’n’roll – the fame, the fortune, the snowdrifts of cocaine? The megastores stuffed with slim...

Tom Phillips

Tom Phillips was born in Buckinghamshire in 1964. He is a freelance writer and guest lecturer at various British and Balkan universities. He has...