Richard Scott – That Broke into Shining Crystals
Sometimes books rewire the brain. Even as you read, you know already that, by the time you’re done, you’ll be …
Sometimes books rewire the brain. Even as you read, you know already that, by the time you’re done, you’ll be …
Broad Street was in summer mode: conga lines of language students sporting identical backpacks following the sign of the brolly …
Reading Bernard O’Donoghue’s Farmers Cross in 2012, it was the poem ‘Vocation’ that caught my eye. The speaker considers a …
After a chance remark about George Herbert, the librarian pulled a small volume from the shelf: leatherbound and plain, scruffy …
Robert Macfarlane’s Landmarks is on my mind – again. On first reading, I paid it scant attention, but it’s nagged …
Although listening to music remains one of life’s pleasures it does, over time, become complex territory to navigate. It conjures …
I was lent a copy of Eduardo Galeano’s Football in Sun and Shadow by a friend. She attempted to convey …
Here’s a link to the first edition of Fenacular, creative writing in response to fen art. The submissions window is …
At primary school, confession, or, in Catholic parlance, the sacrament of reconciliation, was little more than our means to obtain …
This evening, I stood shoulder to shoulder at the sink with my father as we cleaned up after dinner. I’d …