Two sonnets absorb with calm clarity a boy’s anguish at his mother’s loss
Two sonnets absorb with calm clarity a boy’s anguish at his mother’s loss
My Mother
Reg wished me to go with him to the field,
I paused because I did not want to go;
But in her quiet way she made me yield
A poem by Clodagh Maye, age 16, Co Kilkenny
The moon becomes the witty image of an isolated and contemptuously neglected elderly relation
An exploration of what constitutes the literary arts – plus all the ‘troubled hearts’ and demons that accompany it – through the…
A single missing word in the 1902 poem sparks a deeper look at rhythm, dialect and longing
A new work by Stephen de Búrca
A landscape of illusory peace is depicted just before the guns of battle reach it in the first world war
