I am so at home in Dublin, more than any other city, that I feel it has always been familiar to me. It took me years to see through its soft charm to its bitter prickly kernel - which I quite like too.

Louis MacNeice

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Issue 137, October 2021

Back Stories

Back Stories

John Horgan

A miscellany of tales long and short from a career in Irish journalism

Written with Tears

Written with Tears

Amanda Bell

An inspiring essay collection from inside the Travelling community

William’s World

William’s World

Peter Brooke

Blake’s visions of Eden and the meaning of imagination in his verse

Yes We Can

Yes We Can

Caroline Hurley

An argument against pessimism and in support of deep human potential

The World Remade

The World Remade

Éamon Mag Uidhir

A journey to motherhood, from miscarriage to the joy of birth

Surviving

Surviving

Dick Edelstein

Poems of strife and discovery that recall Swift, Behan and Durcan

University Pioneer

University Pioneer

Judith Harford

An Irish historian who encountered misogyny in her academic career

Late Blossoming

Late Blossoming

Maeve O’Sullivan

A moving poetic exploration of impermanence and mortality

The Attic Tarantino

The Attic Tarantino

Sean Sheehan

The innovator Euripides puts the heedless Greek gods on the stage

Eat Up

Eat Up

Maura O’Kiely

The right stuff: how to eat your way into a superior social class

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