In Bloom – Bernard O’Donoghue’s The Anchorage
Reading Bernard O’Donoghue’s Farmers Cross in 2012, it was the poem ‘Vocation’ that caught my eye. The speaker considers a …
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 …
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 …
Social media, we are told, defines who girls want to be – or at least who they want to look …
On Friday the 21st August, 1829, The Times reported on the case of Jean Sabathé. His child was gravely ill. …
Its high pitch and speed makes birdsong feel utterly alien. However, Marcus Coates’s stunning installation, ‘Dawn Chorus‘, closes that distance. …