The reason I’m not blogging (or writing) as much as usual

The reason I’m not blogging (or writing) as much as usual

Seán Lynch’s exhibition in Visual is centred around a cowpat drenched with milk. My writing group are being challenged to respond to it. Where to begin!

Seán Lynch’s exhibition in Visual is centred around a cowpat drenched with milk. My writing group are being challenged to respond to it. Where to begin!

I was recently shown around Cork City by Thomas McCarthy who gave me a glimpse of the influence of Jewtown in Cork today. The first image is a bridge opened by Gerald Goldberg when he was Lord Mayor of Cork City. The second image is the synagogue on South Terrace. Thirdly is David Marcus’ parents’ picture framing shop, which is still open though run by a different family.
I was recently shown around Cork City by Thomas McCarthy who gave me a glimpse of the influence of Jewtown in Cork today. The first image is a bridge opened by Gerald Goldberg when he was Lord Mayor of Cork City. The second image is the synagogue on South Terrace. Thirdly is David Marcus’ parents’ picture framing shop, which is still open though run by a different family.
I was recently shown around Cork City by Thomas McCarthy who gave me a glimpse of the influence of Jewtown in Cork today. The first image is a bridge opened by Gerald Goldberg when he was Lord Mayor of Cork City. The second image is the synagogue on South Terrace. Thirdly is David Marcus’ parents’ picture framing shop, which is still open though run by a different family.

I was recently shown around Cork City by Thomas McCarthy who gave me a glimpse of the influence of Jewtown in Cork today. The first image is a bridge opened by Gerald Goldberg when he was Lord Mayor of Cork City. The second image is the synagogue on South Terrace. Thirdly is David Marcus’ parents’ picture framing shop, which is still open though run by a different family.

Reading at Fusion Café in Wexford Town.

Reading at Fusion Café in Wexford Town.

I now live in a house in front of the River Barrow. I went for a short walk along it yesterday and have spotted some lovely places to write alongside it.
I now live in a house in front of the River Barrow. I went for a short walk along it yesterday and have spotted some lovely places to write alongside it.
I now live in a house in front of the River Barrow. I went for a short walk along it yesterday and have spotted some lovely places to write alongside it.

I now live in a house in front of the River Barrow. I went for a short walk along it yesterday and have spotted some lovely places to write alongside it.

Pictures from the Fermoy International Poetry Festival 2014 Poetry Bus. Yesterday, I spent the day in Fermoy on a poetry bus, a bus full of people who are interested in or write poetry. 
The bus brought us to a number of places outside Fermoy including a ruined priory and Doneraile Gardens. A lovely part of the priory was when poets had the opportunity to read one of their pieces in the setting. The bus finished in a bar in Castletownroche where we listened to two poets read some of their work. 
For me, one of the most interesting things about the day was the number of international poets who read. It was interesting to hear the different styles, particularly the Americans, who are very free with their form but the rhythm is very evident and great to listen to. I was also interested in the number of Americans who really perform their poetry either through small actions or tone of voice.
It was also good to meet up with Gene and Margo Barry, our hosts for the festival. I was sorry not to be able to stay for longer but it sounds like the festival is going to get bigger and bigger every year.
Pictures from the Fermoy International Poetry Festival 2014 Poetry Bus. Yesterday, I spent the day in Fermoy on a poetry bus, a bus full of people who are interested in or write poetry. 
The bus brought us to a number of places outside Fermoy including a ruined priory and Doneraile Gardens. A lovely part of the priory was when poets had the opportunity to read one of their pieces in the setting. The bus finished in a bar in Castletownroche where we listened to two poets read some of their work. 
For me, one of the most interesting things about the day was the number of international poets who read. It was interesting to hear the different styles, particularly the Americans, who are very free with their form but the rhythm is very evident and great to listen to. I was also interested in the number of Americans who really perform their poetry either through small actions or tone of voice.
It was also good to meet up with Gene and Margo Barry, our hosts for the festival. I was sorry not to be able to stay for longer but it sounds like the festival is going to get bigger and bigger every year.
Pictures from the Fermoy International Poetry Festival 2014 Poetry Bus. Yesterday, I spent the day in Fermoy on a poetry bus, a bus full of people who are interested in or write poetry. 
The bus brought us to a number of places outside Fermoy including a ruined priory and Doneraile Gardens. A lovely part of the priory was when poets had the opportunity to read one of their pieces in the setting. The bus finished in a bar in Castletownroche where we listened to two poets read some of their work. 
For me, one of the most interesting things about the day was the number of international poets who read. It was interesting to hear the different styles, particularly the Americans, who are very free with their form but the rhythm is very evident and great to listen to. I was also interested in the number of Americans who really perform their poetry either through small actions or tone of voice.
It was also good to meet up with Gene and Margo Barry, our hosts for the festival. I was sorry not to be able to stay for longer but it sounds like the festival is going to get bigger and bigger every year.
Pictures from the Fermoy International Poetry Festival 2014 Poetry Bus. Yesterday, I spent the day in Fermoy on a poetry bus, a bus full of people who are interested in or write poetry. 
The bus brought us to a number of places outside Fermoy including a ruined priory and Doneraile Gardens. A lovely part of the priory was when poets had the opportunity to read one of their pieces in the setting. The bus finished in a bar in Castletownroche where we listened to two poets read some of their work. 
For me, one of the most interesting things about the day was the number of international poets who read. It was interesting to hear the different styles, particularly the Americans, who are very free with their form but the rhythm is very evident and great to listen to. I was also interested in the number of Americans who really perform their poetry either through small actions or tone of voice.
It was also good to meet up with Gene and Margo Barry, our hosts for the festival. I was sorry not to be able to stay for longer but it sounds like the festival is going to get bigger and bigger every year.
Pictures from the Fermoy International Poetry Festival 2014 Poetry Bus. Yesterday, I spent the day in Fermoy on a poetry bus, a bus full of people who are interested in or write poetry. 
The bus brought us to a number of places outside Fermoy including a ruined priory and Doneraile Gardens. A lovely part of the priory was when poets had the opportunity to read one of their pieces in the setting. The bus finished in a bar in Castletownroche where we listened to two poets read some of their work. 
For me, one of the most interesting things about the day was the number of international poets who read. It was interesting to hear the different styles, particularly the Americans, who are very free with their form but the rhythm is very evident and great to listen to. I was also interested in the number of Americans who really perform their poetry either through small actions or tone of voice.
It was also good to meet up with Gene and Margo Barry, our hosts for the festival. I was sorry not to be able to stay for longer but it sounds like the festival is going to get bigger and bigger every year.

Pictures from the Fermoy International Poetry Festival 2014 Poetry Bus. Yesterday, I spent the day in Fermoy on a poetry bus, a bus full of people who are interested in or write poetry. 

The bus brought us to a number of places outside Fermoy including a ruined priory and Doneraile Gardens. A lovely part of the priory was when poets had the opportunity to read one of their pieces in the setting. The bus finished in a bar in Castletownroche where we listened to two poets read some of their work. 

For me, one of the most interesting things about the day was the number of international poets who read. It was interesting to hear the different styles, particularly the Americans, who are very free with their form but the rhythm is very evident and great to listen to. I was also interested in the number of Americans who really perform their poetry either through small actions or tone of voice.

It was also good to meet up with Gene and Margo Barry, our hosts for the festival. I was sorry not to be able to stay for longer but it sounds like the festival is going to get bigger and bigger every year.

I was delighted that one of my pieces, Six White Candles, was selected for the Blue Max Review 2014. 

I was delighted that one of my pieces, Six White Candles, was selected for the Blue Max Review 2014. 

Clogrennan Woods, Carlow. (http://www.irishtrails.ie/Trail/Clogrennane-Wood-Loop/396/) Lovely picnic table and weirdly good 4G reception for tethering. If you can ignore the factory noise next door and find a rainless day, it’s a good place to go.
Clogrennan Woods, Carlow. (http://www.irishtrails.ie/Trail/Clogrennane-Wood-Loop/396/) Lovely picnic table and weirdly good 4G reception for tethering. If you can ignore the factory noise next door and find a rainless day, it’s a good place to go.

Clogrennan Woods, Carlow. (http://www.irishtrails.ie/Trail/Clogrennane-Wood-Loop/396/) Lovely picnic table and weirdly good 4G reception for tethering. If you can ignore the factory noise next door and find a rainless day, it’s a good place to go.

A nice place to write. This is the tea rooms in Huntington Castle in Clonegal. 

A nice place to write. This is the tea rooms in Huntington Castle in Clonegal. 

A good review of the week at Listowel.