During a nostalgic trip to Dublin City, Ireland in June 1971, I found myself in the delightful St. Stephen's Green, a welcome oasis in that bustling, cosmopolitan city. The park is sited not far from the Four Courts building, which sits on the north bank of…Continue
'Christmas is coming; the goose is getting fat.
Please put a penny in the old mans’ hat.
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will…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 ages,
envelops her in verity profound.
Gently musing all the while,
in soft tones of…Continue
Geneticists at Trinity College, Dublin have recently discovered that the Irish gene pool is the least diluted in all of Europe if not indeed, the world. They have also discovered that the Irish traveling people (tinkers) are purely…Continue
Oh! to return to that time, place and space of yesterday's papers. Back when I was young, undaunted and sure of nothing, stronger than an oak, spellbound in innocence. Back when being seventeen was wide-eyed and ‘rarin to go, driven by the magical, heady arrogance of youth. Back to that time of transitional transmissions when the curtain was torn down, rent…Continue
Added by John Anthony Brennan on September 12, 2014 at 10:00am — No Comments
My writing has always been deeply influenced by the Irish writers whose inspiration prompted me to pick up the quill and follow in their footsteps. This is my humble tribute to William Butler Yeats ...
I went down to the cool, dark woods,
when night owls were on the wing.
On earthly ghosts and raging floods
embraced my lonely…
Added by John Anthony Brennan on August 7, 2014 at 2:30pm — No Comments
"A writer is not interested in explaining reality. He’s only interested in capturing it.” ~ Brendan Kennelly.
Inside my father's bones lie a million secrets.
Secrets passed down the long chain from…Continue