Reservoirs of psychic energy released, our soul’s spiritual longings burst open a riotous carnival of colour, chaos and song. Brightly lit Mondrian floor blue, yellow, green, orange, red, turns your...

Hy Brasil, Island of Eternity  was released through Black Rose Writing in early 2019. It’s based in part on the mythical island of Hy Brasil, which is Ireland’s answer to...

My reason for writing the book was to ensure that Martin Sheridan would be remembered for his outstanding achievements as an Olympic champion, as a gifted athlete, as a policeman...

It was bad enough on that one particular morning ten years ago when I realised I was fifty. Of course I could understand that it was just a number. And...

“A rolling stone gathers no moss!” This was a popular phrase my Dad would often quote during each home visit from living abroad in the mid 1980s. At the mere...

Martin Casey could not spell the word ‘remember’ no matter how hard he tried. ‘Rem-em-em-em, he’d stutter. ‘No, no no,’ roared O’Leary, ‘spell it again.’ ‘Re… m… m… em…’ ‘Oh...

Once a week I teach a writing class to three women. I tell them of the muse, how she meets us where we are, and helps us make poetry from...

What is it? What is this damn fetish we have in Ireland for floury potatoes? What is it that compels our people to drive all the moisture from the humble...

I was born to a poor family. My mom, a completely passive, caring, introverted hermit, and my dad an abusive and aggressive alcoholic. I grew up by the “old school”...

I’m really pleased to have published my second novel. It’s very different from my first, which was based on a real person; this is a work of fiction. It’s a...