Morning Languor How often have I set the clock to wake me in soft darkness, prepared to go at sunrise, then turned to see her lying there, all snuggled up in curls and stretches, happy sighs,gone back to sleep contented. Louis Mulcahy is an Irish potter who has published one collection of poems in Irish … Read more
The sky’s hung soft with leaves, the generous shelter of plane trees. First Wednesday of the month, twelve noon, and all over France air raid sirens raise their chilling wail, hold for sixty seconds, pick at the scab of memory. I’m in a playground in central Montpellier, a city steeped in the cloy of jasmine, … Read more
Our dog Kumo barks at horses: we ascribe it to his Traveller roots. Of his back story we know little except that he was found, astray, near a halting site in Mullingar whereto my daughter sped to snatch him from Death Row. At Ballinasloe Horse FairI fought off attemptsto buy him back, specially bredas it … Read more