Tag: Inkroci 7

He styles her Blessed, Beloved, straddles her to feel her exquisite torque; when she won’t turn over he wheedles in tones a spinster might use on a...

We are truly delighted to take part in Inkroci, and humbled to have this special edition dedicated to the Irish Writers’ Centre featuring...

Catullus  CXI Here, Auffilena! (oh, baby, oh)                 Ya seem like such a         Nice Mot             All standin by yer man, eh? ...

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 the belief that our identity is open and intercultural, and in considering culture to be communication and mutual exchange between different artistic...

  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...

  ___________________________ Photo by Fausto Capitanio  

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...

  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...

‘When I attend to you, I stretch my ears towards you.’ A. Alvarez Juno refuses to look at Warhol because I – her mother – refuse...