Inspector Celcius Daly stared through the windscreen at the border landscape. The round hills loomed, black and foreboding. The remnants of a British army watchtower were still visible, a shard on the horizon. Daly wondered would he ever lose that prickle of anticipation that signalled he was about to enter disputed territory. Continue reading “Ulster: My Search for its Spirit of Place”
I was paid a visit today by a bird-woman:
a Coccinella magnifica flew into my head
and, instead of bouncing off and flying on,
she alighted, stayed; folded in her real wings. Continue reading “The Mind’s Eye Sees Red”
When my world becomes too fast and hard
And my head is full of thoughts I do not need
I take myself away to a country churchyard,
To find the peace, I plead. Continue reading “Rossorry Churchyard”
This is not something I write about often, but blindness does affect my experience of poetry, both how I write and how I read the work of other poets. Continue reading “Poetry and Blindness”
The Shannon Erne Writers Group had our book First Cut launched by John McGahern in the Bush Hotel, Carrick-on-Shannon. When Brian Leydon introduced me, the writer asked, Where do you live?
A few doors up From Pat Mac’s garage in Ballinamore I said. (Pat Mac was his uncle.) Continue reading “John Fox (Ballinamore)”
There comes a time in every man’s life when he puts his empty glass down on the counter, looks around for someone to serve him and finally in despair mutters to himself, “I could run a better pub than this lot.” Continue reading “How to Run a Shebeen”
Elemenopy – the feeling you get when reciting the middle of the alphabet, is a key ingredient in Colm Keegan’s creative writing workshops, whether working with adults or younger, whether it’s poetry, screenwriting, short stories, rap, or songwriting. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. Everything starts with ELEMENOPY.
In 1607, Sir John Davys, Attorney-General, said of Fermanagh folk that they were ‘rather inclined to be scholars or husbandmen than to be kerne or men of action.’ 1
Corncrake magazine was conceived over a cup of coffee at Pete Byrne’s kitchen table one Saturday morning two years ago. Pete, Tony Viney and I had gone back to his house to ‘have a chat and a coffee’ after a Fermanagh Writers Committee meeting, when out of the blue he suggested we should publish a magazine covering all the Arts in this area. Continue reading “The Genesis Of Corncrake”