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Three Little Words – A Short Extract from Conor Kelly and The Fenian King
‘But Ruairi was alive. He would recover. Conor glanced over at him; he was now sleeping peacefully. Sorcha was leaning over him, speaking softly, her hair falling gently over her face like a curtain,...
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Irish Mist | A Poem
From Celtic dreams through Irish mists warrior-maiden drifts. Through Scottish glens past English lakes a lover’s tryst she makes. Where wild winds blow, there will she go to meet her heart’s desire....
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The Friday Fiction featuring Dax Christopher
Justice in Winter (The Goddess of Wind and Rain) Deep in the woods off a long, winding road, and finding no reasons for where she now lay Was a broken young woman half buried in snow, just married,...
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Cover Reveal | Grá mo Chroí, ‘Love of my Heart’
It’s not slushy, it’s not dewy-eyed, it’s not bodice-ripping, but it IS Irish, it IS mythology, and it IS romantic! Back in November, it seemed like such a good idea; Jane Dougherty and I had got to...
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Irish Mythology | Happy Valentine’s Day – The Persuit of Diarmuid and Grainne
Happy Valentine’s Day to you all, I hope you’re getting some lovin’ today! In the spirit of all things #Grámochroí and true everlasting love, I thought I’d bring you something special. In Grá mo Chroí,...
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Winners of #Grámochroí Twitter Poetry Competition
It wasn’t easy. We had a lot of entries, and Jane and I had to short-list them down to only ten. The lovely Nina of #Fieryverse then chose the winners. Without further ado, here they are, the glorious...
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Irish Words and Symbols of Love
“Love wasn’t like it was portrayed in the movies; I understood that now. It wasn’t an ethereal cloud of hearts and flowers and happy-ever-afters. It was a solid gritty living lump with sharp edges...
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The Encounter of Líadain and Cuirithir
Last week, I listened to one of my lecturers read aloud a poem in Old Irish, and I learned a few things: Old Irish is a language which is meant to be listened to. Listening to someone read poetry aloud...
View ArticleA #Carys Update: May 2018 A Good Night’s Sleep
I am sitting on the edge of Carys’s bed. She sprawls across my lap, fuzzy head tucked into the hollow of my neck, small arms clutching me tight. It is incredible how much strength there is in her......
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