Under a Mind’s Staircase by Robin McNamara
When I was a child I always read comics, they helped fuel my imagination and
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When I was a child I always read comics, they helped fuel my imagination and
In years to come, how will we look back and reflect on the events of
This collection, Quarantena, was inspired by the most intense recent experience – living in an
My new book, Yeats Now: Echoing into Life, starts with the reader’s own life as
The title of my book is Gold Friend. The phrase or image associated with it
Breathmark is a sonic art piece born out of curiosity, tradition and technology. The oldest
On 15th October 2019, together with three other gorgeous Arlen House collections, my new poetry
My writing career so far has been painted in primary colours: think bears in bow-ties
Nessa O’Mahony on the inspiration for her latest collection of poems. Another year, another waiting
One summer in Dalkey, some ten years ago, my friend of nearly half a century,
Throughout secondary school, I wrote poetry: it started off as writing silly little verses to
I think fear gets a bad rap. True, it affects us in negative ways. It
It feels like my poetry collection, Flower Press, has come into existence both very slowly
Lingo, Ireland’s Spoken Word Festival, is again linking in with NYF Dublin to curate two
As my co-editor Siobhán Campbell writes in the introduction to Eavan Boland: Inside History, a
As I child I spent most of my time in bookshops and libraries. Reading was
Trevor Conway, a Sligoman living in Galway since 2005, writes mainly poetry, fiction and songs.
I qualified as a national teacher in 1972 at the tender age of 19. (Yes!
“Explain yourself”. How often did you hear that command from grown-ups when you were young,
A first poetry collection is, effectively, an autobiography, no matter how you try to disguise
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