Words from Ireland

Call me Aisling. You think you know the story, the one about the old woman turned to a radiant girl by the love of the rightful king, when, if you ask me, it’s more like...

We are truly delighted to take part in Inkroci, and humbled to have this special edition dedicated to the Irish Writers’ Centre featuring writings by the Irish writers who make up this year’s Italo...

Catullus  CXI Here, Auffilena! (oh, baby, oh)                 Ya seem like such a         Nice Mot             All standin by yer man, eh?             The family sort;             no...

Hexham, England I was born in the first week of  March nineteen forty seven, in  the middle of  the worst blizzard of the worst winter in over a century.  Great rivers froze over, twenty foot...

  Immersion Gills appear on either side of the throat; liquid slowly webs my toes and fingers; then it’s the spiraling dance downward to the algae-curtained house of rock and silt pulsing its diatoms between my teeth through the strands of my hair, around...

WINTER 1970 INISHOWEN CO. DONEGAL Strictly speaking, it was his dog Liadh that found the body. During the night a storm rolled in from the Atlantic. It howled around the house, bouncing twigs off the roof-slates and...

  Nuraghi Field i.m. Seamus Heaney When they buried you in Bellaghy I was somewhere else, out here In Alghero, climbing the nuraghi fields Where stones and more stones stand, Life hardly changes, bushes bend With the ways of the wind, sheep...

‘When I attend to you, I stretch my ears towards you.’ A. Alvarez Juno refuses to look at Warhol because I – her mother – refuse to let her play with Dali’s Lobster Telephone – also called Aphrodisiac...

It happened the day the Jesus-man called. I was alone in the house when I heard the knock. I opened the door and saw immediately what he was up to. I said, No thank...