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.

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Issue 138, November 2021

Sweating the Asset

Sweating the Asset

Sean Byrne

The rise of private monopolies in the wake of the Thatcher ‘revolution’

The Road to Justice

The Road to Justice

Ursula Quill

The long fight for recognition of the Magdalene laundries survivors

Longing for Flight

Longing for Flight

Iggy McGovern

Time on our hands: the locked-down poet raids memories of past travel

How much is enough?

How much is enough?

Amanda Bell

Is a chapbook more likely to work as an organic whole than a full collection?

In That Dawn

In That Dawn

Gerard Smyth

The carefree days before Belfast became the capital of the Troubles

Vibrating Still

Vibrating Still

Maria Johnston

A poem where language is put behind bars and called upon to account for itself

Skydiving

Skydiving

Fióna Bolger

A poetic auto-fiction on migration, trauma and shifting identities

Losing the Plot

Losing the Plot

Brian Davey

A book telling the story of a book that cannot be written – which is written

City Breakdown

City Breakdown

Susan McKeever

Six days in Hamburg – a ‘weekend break’ and family reunion with a difference

Urban Shock

Urban Shock

John McAuliffe

A moving meditation on a working class past from a London-Irish historian

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