Cover art: Telling Lies by Ann-Marie Browne
My Short Story All Through The Night, set on the coast of west Wales is in this edition.
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Poem in Infinite Rust – Fall Issue
I’m delighted to have my poem Admission, on leaving the Port of Belfast, 1988 accepted for the Fall issue of Infinite Rust, Texas Southern University’s quarterly journal of Literary and Visual Arts.
The theme of the issue, due online on 28th October, is HOME: perspectives or interpretation relating to ideas such as the meaning of home, immigration, marginalization, nationalism, ownership, comfort, security, displacement, boundaries, and identity.
Issue 7 The Open Ear
The literary magazine of Queen’s University, Belfast is edited by postgrads at the Seamus Heaney Centre for Poetry, launching 24th October at Bookfinders, Belfast.
I’m pleased to have 2 poems in it, especially ‘An Irish Merchant Seaman’, a sonnet about my late father who was a Belfast man.
Golwg – ‘Helyntion Y Cymry’ a’r Comisiwn dros Ddioddefwyr a Goroeswyr
Mae’n bywsig bod llais y Cymry a gafodd y profiad o fyw drwy’r Helyntion yng Ngogledd Iwerddon yn rhan o’r drafodaeth ynglyn â phroblemau yn y dyfodol.
Reporting The Troubles – Review
Write By The Sea Short Story Competition
I had a lot of fun entering the Kilmore Quay Write By The Sea Short Story Competition 2018. I was so delighted that all three of my entries were among the seven shortlisted.
Short Story in Crannog magazine
Crannóg magazine of Galway are taking a Wales-set story of mine for Issue 49 due late October. I’m delighted to have a piece accepted by them.
Cardiff Book Festival
It was lovely to meet novelist, Mandy Sutter (‘Bush Meat’) and Gwen Davies, editor of the New Welsh Review at our session during the Cardiff Book Festival. We were discussing Writing Psychology from Place: witness, exile and belonging.
I read my N Ireland-set short story ‘At Oirthear Maí’.
Witness, Exile & Belonging: Wales Arts Review
AN ULSTER PSYCHE
AN ULSTER PSYCHE
I was shocked by her photographs. How could she dare? As well as projected slides she had a dozen cibachromes on display whose marvellously luminous surface makes the paper itself a fresh lens. It becomes a pool of water in which everything is gently enhanced by the limpid medium. And yet, this pool is pinned to a wall.
I had to leave the room. Such things should not be shown without a warning. Continue reading AN ULSTER PSYCHE