‘Horses’ (a poem from my anthology)

Lately, I’ve found myself thinking a lot about ‘Horses’, a poem I wrote for my anthology, The Light Touch of Liberty.  The poem is essentially about my memories of Atlantis in its later, rapidly descending stages. When I recently saw a beautiful, illuminated sculpture of a unicorn at the Wonderlights event in Palmerstown Estate, Co….

#NaNoWriMo Preparation Kicks Off Again

Last year, I took part in the daunting, yet awe-inspiring NaNoWriMo (an annual challenge that takes place every November, during which writers attempt to complete the entire first draft of a novel in one month). Last year was my first time taking part in the challenge, and I managed to meet the 50,000-word target … a feat…

‘Writers’ Companion’ (a Poem)

It’s been a while since I shared a poem on this blog, so I wanted to do that today. Writers’ Companion is inspired by coffee! I always do the stereotypical writerly thing of starting my mornings with a cup of coffee (it’s a meditative experience for me, in many ways). I found the lovely image…

Ermahgerd, I’ve Released My First Anthology

The Light Touch of Liberty is my first anthology. It celebrates people who dare to dream, ask questions and speak their truth. It acknowledges just what a revolutionary act it is to stand tall, in a world that still seeks to hold us down. Producing the book has given me a renewed sense of confidence…

‘The Oxen’ (a Poem)

In factories Secluded from the lights Of your civilisation (Cold walls, Screeching steel) We stand and wait. Comfort is found In scraps of peace: The lightest pressure Of breath against skin, A wet nose, A slow blink Of thick-lidded eyes. In factories Shielded from the glories Of your progress (Hoarse voices, Electric jolts) We stagger…

Poetry Day Ireland: Three Poems That Inspire Me

Today (Thursday May 2nd) is Poetry Day Ireland! The craft of poetry means a lot to me, so I wanted to celebrate this day by highlighting three poems that speak very deeply to my heart. ❤️ The amazing Pulitzer-Prize-winning poet Mary Oliver passed away in January of this year. Her powerful poem The Journey means…

For Lyra

On the evening of Thursday April 18th, a 29-year-old journalist and writer named Lyra McKee was shot by republican dissidents during a riot that took place in Derry. A few days later, I saw people carrying rainbow flags and slogans of love through Dublin city centre, honouring her memory. Yesterday was Lesbian Visibility Day, and…

‘Habitat’ (a Poem and a Reflection)

It has been a long time since I wrote anything substantial for this blog. During December, I’ve felt disinclined to write (#NaNoWriMo drained me of my creative powers, clearly 😉) and have instead been focusing on my off-screen life, which is no bad thing. Right now, I’m enjoying that calm, lazy post-Christmas feeling. 😌❤️ I…

Creative Writing – ‘The First Sign’

This is a prologue to the short story ‘Pitiful … Or Am I?’ that I shared on this blog at the start of August. Now, as the month draws to a close, it feels right to return to it: to learn more about the determined, resolute character who leapt out at me, demanding to be…

‘Fragments’ (a Poem)

The mask you wore Could no longer conceal The fragments beneath. Fragments Of your essence Remain in my mind In my heart In every joke I want to share And every moment of joy That is muted For your absence. I wonder where you are Where you were And why I never knew (Why no…