In April 2004 I was launching my first novel at the Irish cultural centre in Hammersmith, London, when a lady came over to me and shook my hand.
“I think I may be your cousin,” she said. “My name is Ethna Herron. You…Continue
Shining and new on the day of our birth.
A special place to chronicle and store,
Experiences formative, new and enticing.
Many of them significant…Continue
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Ships, Real and Imaginary
It’s a piece of rock with a wonderful beginning.
A cause for marvelling in a right of its own.
Formed deep in the magma of earth.
Mainly composed of…Continue
The Irish Cultural Society announces its annual writing contest for students in the 9th through 12th grades in the Nassau County high schools. …Continue
'Christmas is coming; the goose is…Continue
Anna Margaret Ross (née McKittrick; 8 December 1860–2 February 1939), was an Irish writer, who used the nom de plume Amanda McKittrick Ros. She was born in Drumaness, County Down, on December 8, 1860. She holds the…Continue
And there are among them composers of verses whom they call Bards; these singing to instruments similar to a lyre, applaud some, while they vituperate others. -- Diodorus Siculus, 8 BCE
All poets have the uncanny…Continue
Seamus Heaney, considered by many to be the greatest Irish poet since William B. Yeats, texted his wife Marie a few hours before his death: “Do not be afraid!” How comforting these words were to her I do not know. They seem, however, appropriate words for a man…Continue
Within the written she resides
in quiet assurance of her place.
Lithe and languid, with regal mien,
she glides from the page bearing gifts.
The mantle, flowing through the…Continue
Three of Ireland’s well-loved 18th century Gaelic poets lie at rest in the graveyard of Creggan Church, near to my hometown of Crossmaglen, County Armagh. The poets, Filid Art Mc Cooey, Padraig MacAliondain and the rapparee poet…Continue
“Have you ever been to Mars?” I was asked one morning at 2am as I made my way up east 81st. street in Manhattan. I was returning home from a night out at Manny’s Car Wash, a favorite blues bar on 2nd avenue. I stopped and heard it again, louder this time, “Have you…Continue
And keep saying it
In this silent land.
Men draped in cassocks
Possess a Nation’s secrets
To barter for souls over open graves
And we stay silent
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My historical novel "Lieutenant and Mrs. Lockwood" is based on an actual Irish family, and I've had people ask about their story. The Lockwoods' story…Continue
(Sligo street art)
I was stranded for a second day in Grange. When I woke up, I had breakfast on my mind and enjoyed an Irish breakfast with a beautiful view. I had to be out by 11 a.m. as the painter was coming and the…Continue
In the 1940s it was tough being a communist in Ireland. All card carrying members were followed by the Special Branch, tended to be boycotted by the establishment and were refused jobs. Thomas O’Brien had returned from fighting in the International Brigade in Spain against Franco. As a vocal and proud communist, and poet, he was faced with certain unemployment. Perhaps influenced by Orwell’s Homage to Catalonia, he…Continue
What would you expect to see inside this old overgrown cottage on the side of the road in Donegal? Would you just pass by or would you try and get in to have a look? Well, I was passing this cottage every day a few years ago until eventually, my curiosity got the better of me.
It wasn’t that difficult to enter, despite the tangle of brambles…Continue
I grew up on Dublin's northside, in Stoneybatter - one of the five ancient roads to Tara. Now, I live in Wicklow, but still feel the draw of my old hometown. Here's why ...
A friendly nod, a bit of wit,
A pint of plain, that's part of it.
The true nature of poetry is to first give us an insight into the heart and…Continue