Samhla agus Mothachadh Dàn feallsanachail Tha samhlaidhean nan annlan dhan chridhe an-còmhnaidh a’ riochdachadh rudeigin eile.
Boeing 737 I ndíth ábhair léitheoireachta ar naoi mile méadar, léim arís in athuair na cartúin ar chúl an taca chloiginn ag an phaisinéir os mo
Lannaigh faoi Dhroichead Uí Chonaill Bhailigh dornán daoine ar Ché Éidin Chun breathnú ar na héisc faoin droichead. Ghabh duine beag tharstu
At 10pm on Friday May 3rd, following on from the opening of this year’s festival by Senator Catherine Noone, and readings by Vona Groarke
Wittgenstein’s Beetle My mind is like a beetle in a box. I open up the box to see it go. It scuttles up and down and to and fro,
Quietus It’s not the dying but having to quit that’s hard: to be cut from the tumult reeling in moments like this: a house waking to the east and
Field Notes : Watching the Crew of Atlantis Renovating the Hubble Telescope Winner of the 2013 Strokestown International Poetry Award What
We Go to Buy a Second-Hand Travel Cot slept in once or twice by someone’s infant or grandchild or friend’s baby. The trip to Roundabout offers a
The Form Is there water within 30 metres of your house? The burn swallows the lawn sometimes. It is running brown today because the rain has
Being Haunted How annoying the dead are. They like to be near us, breathe noisily behind the curtains or crouch under the table while we eat. The