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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Caldron Bubble

Where the line that separates our lives from chaos seems alarmingly thin

From out of the Box

Vona Groarke marshals her strengths to poems notably apt for ‘these times’

Longing for Flight

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

How much is enough?

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

Vibrating Still

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

The World Remade

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


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

Late Blossoming

A moving poetic exploration of impermanence and mortality

Beyond the Ordinary

Can a woman living an ordinary life be a Renaissance Man?

Parents and Newcomers

Poetry and place: the case for transnationalism and translocalism