In a sentence: In an age of self-obsession and poetry as therapy, poet and novelist Finuala Dowling’s work is outward oriented. She makes it her business to have an audience. Her poems talk about what is most painful to us, publicly and privately without inviting voyeurism and she’s not afraid of politics beyond slogans. And… Continue reading What’s so great about Finuala Dowling?
Anything remotely funny
The Red Wheelbarrow
By Reg Rumney Not much depends on the red wheelbarrow Not much today and little tomorrow. The red enamel’s glazed with water. So? The chickens, white or black, bestow No meaning on the scene, nothing profound. Two colours, two objects, things found In the yard, but who or when, why or what? Left out the… Continue reading The Red Wheelbarrow