Lisa O’Neill’s latest album All Of This Is Chance.The first lines are taken from Patrick Kavanagh’s 1942 poem The Great Hunger“Clay is the word and
Read MoreLast night, an owl in the blue dark tossed an indeterminate number of carefully shaped sounds into the world, in which, a quarter of a
Read MoreI went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry
Read MoreA science teacher once told me to stop asking stupid questions and get on with the lesson. I wanted to know what electricity was and
Read MoreA crack in the sky lends a light to the dark The wind blows the ember of coal from the hearth You carry it proudly
Read MoreSamhradh, samhradh, bainne na ngamhna, Thugamar féin an samhradh linn. Samhradh buí na nóinín glégeal, Thugamar féin an samhradh linn. Thugamar linn é ón gcoill
Read MoreThis Mr Bobbins who has been visiting me for the past three years. I have plenty of videos of him so I’ll include a few
Read MoreI don’t know where prayers go, or what they do. Do cats pray, while they sleep half-asleep in the sun? Does the opossum pray as
Read MoreThat pretty little beast, a poem, has a mind of its own. Sometimes I want it to crave apples but it wants red meat. Sometimes
Read MoreGive yourself time to make a prayer that will become the prayer of your soul. Listen to the voices of longing in your soul. Listen
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