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The Encounter of Líadain and Cuirithir

Last week, I listened to one of my lecturers read aloud a poem in Old Irish, and I learned a few things: Old Irish is a language which is meant to be listened to. Listening to someone read… Read More

Irish Words and Symbols of Love

“Love wasn’t like it was portrayed in the movies; I understood that now. It wasn’t an ethereal cloud of hearts and flowers and happy-ever-afters. It was a solid gritty living lump with sharp edges plunging around in my… Read More

Winners of #Grámochroí Twitter Poetry Competition

It wasn’t easy. We had a lot of entries, and Jane and I had to short-list them down to only ten. The lovely Nina of #Fieryverse then chose the winners. Without further ado, here they are, the glorious… Read More

Happy Valentine’s Day – The Persuit of Diarmuid and Grainne

💖Happy Valentine’s Day to you all💘 I hope you’re all getting some lovin’ today! In the spirit of all things #Grámochroí and true everlasting love, I thought I’d bring you something special. In Grá mo Chroí, one of… Read More

Cover Reveal | Grá mo Chroí, ‘Love of my Heart’

It’s not slushy, it’s not dewy-eyed, it’s not bodice-ripping, but it IS Irish, it IS mythology, and it IS romantic! Back in November, it seemed like such a good idea; Jane Dougherty and I had got to know… Read More

The Friday Fiction featuring Dax Christopher

Justice in Winter (The Goddess of Wind and Rain) Deep in the woods off a long, winding road, and finding no reasons for where she now lay Was a broken young woman half buried in snow, just married,… Read More

Irish Mist | A Poem

From Celtic dreams through Irish mists warrior-maiden drifts. Through Scottish glens past English lakes a lover’s tryst she makes. Where wild winds blow, there will she go to meet her heart’s desire. Soft words are hissed, then lips… Read More

Three Little Words – A Short Extract from Conor Kelly and The Fenian King

‘But Ruairi was alive. He would recover. Conor glanced over at him; he was now sleeping peacefully. Sorcha was leaning over him, speaking softly, her hair falling gently over her face like a curtain, enclosing herself and Ruairi… Read More