Category: Spring 2016 Irish Issue

Noel Duffy
was born in Dublin. His debut collection, In the Library of Lost Objects was published by Ward Wood, London, in 2011 and was shortlisted for the

Theo Dorgan
was born 1953 and is an Irish poet, writer, lecturer, translator, librettist, and documentary screenwriter living in Dublin with his partner, the

Dónall Dempsey
was born in the Curragh of Kildare, Ireland, and was Ireland’s first Poet in Residence in a secondary school. He moved to London in the 1980s

Stephanie Conn
is a former teacher and graduate of the MA programme at the Seamus Heaney Centre, her poetry has been widely published and has won a range of

Paul Casey
his début collection is home more or less (Salmon, 2012). His second, Virtual Tides, is due from Salmon Poetry in early 2016. A chapbook, It’s

Pat Boran
was born in Portlaoise, Ireland, in 1963 and currently lives in Dublin. Prior to taking over the running of the press in 2005, he had published

The Light for Damhnait Ní Ríordáin
by Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin Come out, I say, and you all come to the light. I look for her, she’s there, the sunlight glancing up from the shining

In This Silent Land.
by Seamus Ruttledge In this silent land Say nothing And keep saying it In this silent land. Men draped in cassocks Possess a Nation’s secrets To

Grandmother
by Cláir Ní Aonghusa i.m. Annie Moore Clancy As I look out from the warren hill My eyes are drawn from Galtee More Towards that graveyard by the

Hidden
by Lorna Shaughnessy He wrapped each one carefully: his father’s whisky glasses, his mother’s cooking spoons, lifted them into the attic to rest