Literature

Nick Cave is a hard artist to pin down. He appears as much at home at the typewriter as the piano, as well as prowling about onstage throwing rock star postures. Cave is, at once, the renaissance man and the outcast rebel. He has cast his…

FLOWERS, ALL SORTS IN BLOSSOM. FIGS, BERRIES AND FRUITS FORGOTTEN. Oisín Breen releases his debut poetry collection, an ambitious book in epic style. The book contains three long-form pieces. It explores broad themes including the…

Early Release by James Whyte The house sat where it always had  on the hill at the end of the lane.  Your father carried your bag from the boot to the back door as if you were a child again. It was March and a blackbird…

He had tears in his eyes, running down into the white mask. I had no tears, I had nothing but the empty feeling of a stopped clock that can't be wound. The second instalment in the Fightback 2020 Festival at The New Theatre was Tara Maria…

#Fightback2020 is a a collaboration between TakeYourSeats and The New Theatre and consists of twelve short plays over the next twelve days. Each evening at 9.15 an original work will be streamed live on Facebook page of The New Theatre. The…

She Was Lightning by Aisling Twomey It was years before I learned  that the lightning comes  before the thunder. First a charge, a flash, a strike that  splits the sky,  demanding attention.  The thunder follows;  a mournful growl …

We drift between series, movies, video games, YouTube, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and 24/7 news. Colourful content fills our lives to the point that boredom is almost impossible. But, this was not the case on the moors of 19th…

Last Thursday I attended my first live poetry gig since the world went mad. Live, in my kitchen, with slippers on and a beer. For the past couple of weeks, Hollie McNish has been live-streaming her poetry readings. The nights she would have…

Before Staying after Brendan Kennelly by Vinny Glynn-Steed Speak to me of that night of troubled oarsmen, how we found  our lineage in timber’s forlorn form  a slanted, broken mast; a forgotten import from Golgotha.  Speak also of…

Slump  Mister Bayliss, of Bristol, businessman, makes his way steadily down O’Connell Street, squinting into the low sun, eager for breakfast, the essential ingredient of any successful day. The portly gentleman could have taken a taxi to…