“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 ever been to Mars?” Looking around I couldn’t see anyone and…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
Added by Claire Fullerton on January 2, 2016 at 8:00pm — No Comments
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 turns out better than that of the Fortescues, but I think I have…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 owner had to visit someone in hospital.
Having tried 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.
Canal bank walks and side-street strolls
In the shadow of Vikings and brave…Continue
The true nature of poetry is to first give us an insight into the heart and consciousness of the poet, then the collective consciousness of the society…Continue
In honor of St. Patrick's Day, we invite you to try your hand at writing a limerick! The three best submissions will each win a child-size T-shirt from our friends at Hairy Baby Clothing Company. Post your…Continue
A PRESENT FOR YOU ON SAINT PATRICK'S DAY
DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT LEPRECAUNS? WELL THERE’S SO MANY TALES TO TELL
I CAN TELL YOU ONE RIGHT NOW AND, I HOPE YOU LISTEN WELL…Continue
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Your hooves have stamped at the black margins of the wood,
Even where horrible green parrots call and swing.
My works are all stamped down in the sultry mud.
I knew that horse-play, knew it for a murderous thing.
What wholesome sun has ripened is wholesome…
I'll Sing You All Home With Me
It's Christmas in Montana, to be sure, draped in her mantle of white
Though I am here with the rest of the crew, my heart is lonely tonight
The rancher & his wife they take good care of the rest of the crew & me
The wife, she prepared a great feast &…
[Below is a link to a recording of an interactive broadcast of Irish Christmas songs and stories, part of TheWildGeese.Irish Sibin series of discussions and…Continue
The Big Brown
The fly slowly spins in air before me,
Arcing downward, to darker, cooler water.
A ripple forms and becomes a moving vee.
Added by The Wild Geese on November 20, 2014 at 6:30am — No Comments
In a sense (of history), I have a personal recollection of General Phil Sheridan and his arrival at the battlefield at Cedar Creek on October 19, 1864 when he rallied a beaten Union Army and launched…Continue