Last days in August The tarmac heats the rubber soles of my boots. It’s hotter here than I had expected...
Lorna Sixsmith is an Irish author and dairy farmer. Her latest book is Till the Cows Come Home by Black and...
When planted, potatoes are laid out in a particular pattern, like the 5 side of a die. Four corners of...
TOBY’S SOLILOQUY To think what stands against me still is not the harm of falling off a ladder at two-storey...
The Irish are renowned storytellers. From Nobel prize winning literature to pub talk we are saturated in stories. We listen...
The following is an excerpt from Irish writer Maura McElhone’s book Falling for a Farmer (2018), published by Mercier Press. * It...
This is the beginning of Colin’s novel The Virtues of Destruction, now available on Amazon. * Hidden within one sharp and brooding...
There is a long dusty Kenyan road that carries me to you, Forging a likeness to the same reddened particulate...
Mail frauds, April Fools, and ‘Jaws’ in the toilet An excerpt from Jim Trelease’s family memoir, Looking Backward, used by...
Steven. Steven, is loose. Loose, so I had to go looking for him. I’d been meaning to fix the gate....
You will ask—name the mushrooms on the grounded log And the anatomies of the shifting clouds. Tell me these fifty-one shells on...
The following is an excerpt from Robert Block’s novel Ardensville. Harold Harold Vinnoir. He came from Minnesota. He is a...