‘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…

People Who Prove We’re Not Going to Hell in a Handcart

Animal rights and environmental advocacy are two of my major passions in life, but – as anyone who strives to raise awareness of these issues will know – talking about them can be demoralising. Whenever I speak or write about these issues, I strive to remain optimistic, spread the word about positive developments, and share…

Wildlife Rehab With KAF: One of the Best Decisions I’ve Ever Made

This August, I started volunteering with Kildare Animal Foundation (KAF)’s Wildlife Unit – I was inspired by the incredible dedication of a close friend who had been a regular volunteer there for several months – and it has proven to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I’ve learned so much about animal…

The Esther Effect: What One Pig and Her Friends Mean to Me

One of my major idols in life is a 650-pound pig named Esther. She lives in Canada and we have never met, but she is a heroine of mine nonetheless. This sassy, hilarious, heartwarming girl first came into the lives of her “daddies” – Steve Jenkins and Derek Walter – as a supposed “mini-pig” in…

Year of Duality: Numerology, The YouTube Shooting and #Repealthe8th

I’m in a reflective mood as I write this. It has been just over a week since the verdict of the infamous Ulster rape trial was announced. The outcome left me heartbroken in many ways, but I have since been heartened by the uprising of protests across Ireland against sexism and injustice. One friend of…

Veganism: My Past, Present and Future Journey With It

I was about five or six years old, and sitting on the floor of my great-grandmother’s kitchen, when I first heard the word “vegetarian”. The story of my great-grandmother’s house is a wonderful one in itself. Prior to her death in 1998, my parents, brother and I lived right next to her. Our back gardens…