Irish Poetry

In the warm womb of August a bold trace drew within the night a self-sleight of tongue, by silence behoven to what force surrenders a flat p...

The talk at the latter part of this week, has been about the removal of a poem by an education examining board of a poem by Carol Ann Duffy ...

Now I’ve experienced McCain's daughter at her blogette and seen the photos of the lovely tee shirts, simple designer duds and gee, real...

During the final weeks of university four years ago, i purchased a video camera after seeing a show at the National Student Drama Festival i...

Have a gander at a drunk in a shopping trolley being pushed home by two salt of the earth Clondalkin Dubs, filmed by a guard with his collea...

Thursday 28 August 23.52 Hi M. No probs if this is not the sort of caper appropriate for yr page, but we have just got a new computer and th...

Please turn the volume right up to hear the sound on the video below. It was made in the final days of my time at Edge Hill College (now uni...

just thought i'd deposit a stream of consciousness. Frostean ice melting in warmth, stipulating what alliterative rivets course back a s...

"Your Soul Your soul has three names; the mirror, the holdall, the word you dare not read. .....(further)... A poem might be said to sa...

An empty ice-box emits its guttural buzz, sparking light at twenty five past one onto a kitchen clock. Nothing came out straight. A cupboar...

One of the most instructive recorded readings i have heard -- and by far the book of poetry which affected me most since arriving in Dublin ...

Presence A string of dust drops from the corner of the ceiling in to the small room below --- first still, then stirred softly into motion b...

Hacks being appalled at the Taste their rivals display, was de rigeur online last week, and guardian books bloke editor...brave chief litera...

Blood and the Moon --- Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, masteri...

At the core of this blog, is a very perplexing question, asked in a language that challenges any potential responder to the full. If the pe...

Even non-bardic heads buried sand-like and ignorant - the straw wo/men of our bunch - stubbornly count time within; spell a game between wha...

Trams heaving up West Street. The extra weight of an ice-cream Bank Holiday and flecks of blood Bubbling from the night before Like so...

A bardic return to ignorance - after a while in the woods hunting for clues to the poetic art - has left empty a scabbard-skein within, shea...

Rustling farm dig sniff utterly iambic, trochee sea/s lipped and DG kip L hair bee gad verily it's wand, go'er open r elm of a ficti...

MY GARDEN I thought it a summer twilight, this green pool of light, flowers brightly swimming and all alight, a snail kiss the skin caught d...