From the days of my Dublin, when singing in smokey, Guiness coloured, sacrilegious, music-filled, rebel pubs; when discourse was a delicious, of course, and intellectuals doffed berets, speech-made: intoning, droning, inspiring, pronouncing, disclaiming, inflaming, and the bodhran beat out the rhythm of the night with its fire and ire, and the harp plucked the strings of many booze-soaked hearts, and the fiddle spun fairy yarns to make the red-heads whoop and battle-cry, and the flute diddley-eyed, and the singers sang of famine and the emigre to the shores of A-mer-i-kay, and of weeping mothers and long-since hanged sons, and the poets sent letters of love across the cloudy room to my green eyes and dark tresses that had, for a moment, captured their souls. 239 more words
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In this week’s exciting Narrator’s Voice, Daniel Vimont tells us all abut his Kickstarter programme…I, for one, am very interested in this, not only because I am hoping that Daniel does a children’s book classic series, but because I want to do one of these myself…Take a look. 807 more words
I am very happy to introduce another new wonderful poet and writer to the plum tree. Victoria Slotto also writes for the Bardo Group. One of those fine minds, she writes with thought and deep care .I am sure you will enjoy her insights into Mary Oliver. 676 more words
Would you like to win a set of 5 beautiful cards printed on gesso paper to give to the Valentine bunnies in your life?
The cards are the art-work of wonderful and celebrated artist, Marta Pelrine-Bacon who has also recently published her first novel: The Blue Jar. 145 more words