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Small Print? | Changes in Irish Publishing

This article was originally published on the HeadStuff website on August 16, 2016.

It is well-documented that Irish writer James Joyce once said, “No self-respecting person wants to stay in Ireland.” Although the automatic and unthinking response of many to such a claim would be dismissal, the long, broad narrative of Irish history only reaffirms the well-known Dubliner’s witticism: our island has long been tinged by accounts of emigration, from the days of the Great Hunger up until the present. 2,119 more words

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a wine cup with base

“However gifted and accomplished a man may be, there is something lacking if he does not pursue the art of love. He is like a precious wine cup without a base.”  85 more words

James Meredith

Maybe-A Sean Ryan Story (Part One)

Via https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/maybe/

April 2011

She sat stroking his face, just as he had asked her to do. The sweat running down his face repulsed her, but not as much as the smirk on his face. 1,380 more words

Writing

Song-The Man I Can't See

(Verse One)

As I walk into the chapel

I can’t help but smile

As I think to myself

Of my beautiful bride

But as I sit and wait… 279 more words

Writing

The Empty Family by Colm Tóibín

We had a good turnout for our discussion of this collection of short stories from the Irish writer, Colm Tóibín, probably best known for his novel, … 407 more words

Book Review

Squashing the Guilt

Last month was the first month in 2 years, that I didn’t manage to get a blog piece out. As soon as May passed, guilt covered me like prickly sunburn, that I hadn’t succeeded in this monthly self-set goal. 851 more words

Writing

Aran Colours at Midnight ©

There’s a blue light at midnight when we’re rambling home and the moon bright is our guide on this long stony road. It’s a long stroll and tiring at this time of night, but our mouths they’ve got songs, so It’s alright on the night… The front light’s been left on until we’re in from the cold, the warm fire is firing to take the road from your toes. 422 more words

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