Who doesn't love a continental breakfast?!
Over the moon to have two poems in the Irish Times today!
Oysterhaven, our favourite place in the whole world. And where you'll find us every August. Shout out to Sinead, Kate & Oliver, and all the gang at the Oysterhaven Activity Centre!
Writers! I would thoroughly recommend the Southampton Writers Conference. I got to workshop with the legend that is Billy Collins and be in the company of the utterly fabulous Sharon Olds. It was like a dream-come-true. And I met so many great people while I was there. Shout out to my new American writer friends!
If this were a digital photo it would have been deleted for sure. Got to love Polaroid. Thanks, Sophie!
July in Oxford with the writerly gang. Fun times.
We got to hear the Year Twos reading at their July showcase. Inspired for our turn next year!
I got these cuties in the post today. The Poetry School made my poem (and poems by Emma Simon, Bridget Minamore and Rachel Matthews) into adorable little postcards for Poem in Your Pocket Day. I love them!
I am delighted to announce that I'm one of the thirteen poets selected for the Poetry Ireland Introductions Series 2017.
Looking forward to working with Collette Bryce and Theo Dorgan, not to mention reading at the International Literary Festival Dublin in May. Yippee!
What more could you ask for? Happy Mother's Day to ME!...and to all the other single mothers out there doing it for themselves. Sláinte! And for me own mammy, for without her, where would I be.
And here she is with her mother, and her mother's mother, and her godmother, who also happens to be my godmother (Aunty Lil <3). Hooray for mothers!
Me and my boy paid a flying visit to London on Monday for the prize giving ceremony of the Resurgence Eco Poetry Prize. I was so glad I made the effort to go over. It was great to meet everyone and of course to read my poem.
Ethan took a video for me too - thanks Ethan!
More photos and poems from the night are to be found over on the Resurgence website. Just click on the photo below and it'll bring you there.
We treated ourselves to lunch at Barbecoa and even managed to fit in a quick visit to the Tate Modern. We won't talk about the train to Stansted terminating its journey mid-way or the delayed plane or the missing of buses. We did get home...eventually!
The Poetry School has published a new poem of mine Funeral Cortege As Umbilical Cord. It's my small homage to Omey Island and to its last permanent resident, Pascal Whelan, who died there last month.
Many thanks to Megan Nelis at An Ait Eile, a superb website dedicated to the arts in the West of Ireland, for asking me to chat to her about my poetry.
So, I was in Rome with himself. Cue: Romantic Photo.
My favourite photo from the trip turned out to be an iPhone snap in the Colosseum where a man was standing right in a portal of light from those infamous arches. There he was, a modern day gladiator, with the ubiquitous phone to the ear.
Yes, you read that right. Flash fiction. I know. I thought I was just a poet too! ;-) I had two pieces shortlisted in Doolin by judge Elizabeth Reapy (author of Red Dirt). Dead chuffed with this.
This makes me feel like a REAL poet (whatever that is ;-))! Can't wait to get my hands on a copy.
The most amazing thing just happened. I won third prize in the Resurgence Poetry Prize with Sonnet for the Glass Blower. The prizes are superb for a poetry competition. A thousand pounds for my little poem! I still can't quite believe it.
You can read it here along with the other winning poems:
And it seems I may have to go to London for the awards ceremony...exciting!
Look how beautiful this publication is. I feel so privileged to be in it. One of my Oxford tutors, the wonderful Jenny Lewis, is in it too, which makes me feel extra privileged, to be in such esteemed company.
I have two poem-eens in the latest Cyphers. One of them may be called Sex. Just sayin'. There are plenty of copies in the wonderful Charlie Byrnes if anyone is in Galway.
I was in there the other day stocking up (as you do) and Vinnie says: You know you're buying two of the same thing? Yes, says I. Hmm, says he. Are you in it? ( I nod) Oh! What's your name?
Tis the little things...