It is hard to know, for we had a recurrence of winter twice this month. I was in Budapest to begin with, enjoying winter nights with my parents and gallery walks with a friend. Apart from taking time for my writing, kindly supported by the Art's Council of Northern Ireland and the Lottery Commission, I gave a radio interview to my friend Sandor Gerebics at Radio Bezs. It is fair to say that it was not a formal interview, but rather a chit-chat about poetry, films and writing.
This happened on 11th March at the Irish Writers Centre in Dublin. 80 woman writers came together from the north and south of Ireland. First a readathon, reading for five minutes each, all day. Then we went out to the Garden of Remembrance and performed a mass-reading, which, if you listen to it sounds a bit like the cacophony of a hen farm, but the joy of doing it surpassed anything I had expected. This collaboration, to celebrate women writers in the week of International W
After a year of dreaming about it and months of planning and nerve-wrecking wait for funding, the international village of Rostrevor in county Down, Northern Ireland, will hold its very first literature festival. The Kilbroney Community Association's sub-committee is made up of a bunch of readers, writers and enthusiasts, lead by William (Billy) K. Graham, political journalist. They got support from the Arts Council of Northern Ireland and Newry and Mourne Council, so the eve
Leonard Cohen died today. Cohen’s words to Marianne from earlier in the year: “I think I’ll follow you very soon” echo in my mind, together with his harrowing deep voice narrating a Canadian documentary on the Tibetan Book of the Dead. His metaphors are unforgettable - for he found the humour in the reveal that come about when we match two unlike things to express our complex minds or emotions. I don’t believe in chance and Cohen’s leaving reassured me. Enlightened beings cho
I am honoured and excited to be invited to give a creative writing workshop and reading of my poetry at Bellaghy. This invitation also marks a personal anniversary for me: ten years ago I gave my first creative writing workshop at the Poetry House in Bellaghy for and on behalf of the Open University. This day promises to be something very special: Media Release Bellaghy to Remember its most Famous Son at The Poetry House 2016 The village of Bellaghy will come to life this Fri
I signed up for the NaPoWriMo for poetry month. I will write a poem a day, although I cannot promise that I will post them all here. Yet, to celebrate this crazy idea, here is No.1: Through steady rain fall
I hear bird song, staccato
on April’s Fool Day Day 2: (2nd April) Secret The rabbits floated on a makeshift boat White-purple sky reflected on water. Surely, I was one of them. What coat, brown, black or white? It did not matter. It is enough to say we were many, a grou