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Ag obair ar mo leabhar nua

Macasamhail. Chas mé le bean álainn a bhaistigh ainm ar a sos míostraithe béar a thug sí air toisc go raibh sé firinscneach. Í ina suí in aice tine drumaí á bhualadh sa chúlra thosaíomar ag rince i bhfáinne thart timpeall na lasracha, leath bíogbhuillí rithimeacha taithí carasmatach, seanbhean a mo ghríogadh chun dul ag…

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Ar Ais Arís Ar Mo Shean Léim

Seo an chéad lá dom plé leis an ríomhaire ó briseadh méaracha mo chós tar éis na Nollaig. Bhí sé thar a bheith tinn;( agus ba oth liom nuair nach raibh mé in ann dul ag siúl chun turcaí na Nollaig a chur díom! Pé scéal é táim ar ais ar an sean léim arís…

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Annaghmakerrig

Aftereffect How is it that Eve always gets the Angel’s share I see oxblood seep from her half opened mouth as she sinks her teeth into a Persian Prince while a peahen hides her shame in the shade of an apple tree lioness and deer curled up at the feet of the First Lady of…

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Macasamhail

macasamhail. Chas mé le bean álainn a bhaistigh ainm ar a sos míostraithe béar a thug sí air toisc go raibh sé firinscneach í ina suí in aice tine drumaí á bhualadh sa chúlra thosaíomar ag rince thart timpeall na lasracha, fáinne leath bíogbhuillí rithimeacha taithí carasmatach, seanbhean a mo ghríogadh chun dul ag damhsa…

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podcraoladh

www.rte.ie/rnag/cruinneog/podcasts Is féidir éisteacht le podcraoladh den clár cruinneog anois. You can listen to the podcast of the programme cruinneog which was broadcast last week and which featured an interview about my time in Canada.

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Cruinneog

Táim faoi agallamh ag Carbhúil ar maidin ó 11 go dtí a 12 a bheidh an clár ag dul amach; ag labhairt faoin turas i gCeanada. Beidh Aralt linn ó Ottowa freisin ar Skype. Thuas tá íomhá ón turas a rinneamar ag tabhairt cuairt ar ealaiontóiri Tamworth le linn an chuairt.

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Sour Milk

Bainne Géar. Na focail lácha a d’éalaigh as a béal binn, stop siad áit éigin eadrainn chuir siad feisteas uafáis orthu féin fiacla fada ina mbéil a d’fhéadfadh craiceann is feoil a stróiceadh clócaí dorcha thar a nguaillí gúnaí dubha, aghaidheanna gan súile gan bheola, gan cumas acu gáire a dhéanamh, lámha críonna le méara…

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Ties

Ties 13th September 2014 My eldest son, born in a kingdom, grew up in a Republic my second, in a state of separation, my youngest son grew up online, wearing a headset, when I interrupt his world with human voice he growls in feral gnarl….. but yesterday, the day of the demise of Ian Paisley…

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Eagle Feather

I wrote this poem based on my experiences and impressions on a recent trip to Canada, thanks to all my friends I met there: Eagle Feather, I met a beautiful lady Who named her menopause ‘bear’ He partner was Algonqun ‘Of the native Anericans I listened to the Chieftan On Golden Lake shore Implore the…

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