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Below you can find a selection of stories and poems written by readers of the Newsletter that have appeared in the newsletter over the last couple of years. Click on the title to view the full piece.
Bright Eyes
by John Kelly
Laundry Girl
by Paddy Mulhern
Resolution
by Oisin O'Sullivan, age 11
It Won't Be The Same
by John Kelly
Another Earth
by Paddy Mulhern
The Detached Man
by John Kelly
The Game
by Paddy Mulhern
The Re-Union – Crinkle National School 2009
by T. A. Keane
Ice Cream Shop
by Paddy Mulhern
The Washboard
by T.A.Keane
Rain and More Rain
by MGM
His Shadow
by Stephen Byrne
Liffey Valley
by Paddy Mulhern
Rusty Hours
by Gabrielle Fullam
The Ballad of the Titanic
by Gerald O’Reilly (1866 – 1950)
The Poet
by Paddy Mulhern
When We Christened Julia Rose
by Paddy Mulhern
Joan's Book
The Stories and Poems of Joan O'Flynn
The Rubbish in my Head
by Paddy Mulhern
Thoughts From The
Manger
by Paddy Mulhern
A Christmas Memory
by Stephen Byrne
Another Mouth to Feed
by Paddy M.G.M.
The Caboose
by M.G.M.
Samhain
by Mary McCabe
Ireland's Ninth President
by MGM
The Cemetery
by Paddy Mulhern
Ode to Deirdre
by mgm
The Leg of the chair
by Paddy Mulhern
Visitors
by Paddy Mulhern
Answers
by Stephen Byrne
Behind The Crab Apple Trees
by Paddy McElroy
No Valentine
by Paddy Mulhern
Lucan
Tar and Cement
The Melancholy Mix
by m.g.m.
Looking Out
by m.g.m.
Snow
by Stephen Byrne
A Pudding of a Christmas
by M.G.M.
Insulation Blues
by Paddy Mulhern
Halloween
by Paddy Mulhern
Fed Up
by Bernie Martin
Up and Down
by Paddy Mulhern
A Summer Poem
by Jessica Eakins
Tidy Town People
by Paddy Mulhern
Bury me in Esker
A soulless place yet full of souls
What The Teddy Bears Do
by Hannah Mahony
The Dark Side of the Earth
by Eamonn Lynskey
Where am I
by m.g.m.
Sheep and Lambs
and Katherine Tynan
A Memory of Wicklow in Winter
At the passage of night....
If Things Had Worked Out
If things had worked out the way I'd planned, you'd remember my face
The Moss that Haunts My Lawn
Friends tell me they are worried
Will Ya Tell Him
by Peter Donohue
The Snow Mask
Snow stretches as far as the eye can see
I saw a robin
I saw a robin this morning
Will 2009 be different than Christmas’ past?
Coming down the road I saw that Cunningham’s had their Christmas lights on
Somewhere
Somewhere out of the mess
Scarecrow
Did I beg from you today
Sailing
It's a sure sign summer's drifted
Autumn Break
Yellow flames dancing and rising high
School Tour
“I want to see the Efelent”. A grimy six-year-old hand tugged my skirt and tried to pull me towards the wooden stockade.
Wait for Me?
River winding to the sea
Anyone Seen My Grandma?
The computer swallowed grandma
Scoil Mhuire Days
Children run to find their places
How do I know?
How do I know that clouds chase
Hirsute
I sat and dined with a friend of mine
A lullaby of peace
I want to walk along the cliffs
Growing up
You held the blue umbrella firmly.
Clever Santa
Niks sat at the kitchen table. His brow was furrowed and the pencil was grasped so tightly in his eight-year-old fist that the knuckles showed white through his skin.
Kids!
She came home, carrying it like one of the regal magi bearing a gift for the infant Jesus. Held with seriousness beyond her five years, this tiny green shoot in a yogurt pot.
A sign of the times
“But will he know, Mammy? Will he know?”
“Of course, he’ll know Oran.”
“But how will he know, Mam?”
“Because Santa knows everything, sweetheart.”
Exotic interloper
There’s a sunflower in my garden.
I didn’t plant it, didn’t sow it,
Didn’t even know that it was there.
It dropped into the sodden earth from God knows where.
A great day out
Tommy lay on the mossy patch of grass beside the river. Little flies hovered over the water and the sun danced on the ripples made by fish as they touched the surface.
Shona at the parade
Shona was really excited when she got her first green dancing skirt.
Rainy day 'Riting
I know a puppy who likes ... Meat.
Cold case
Miriam got up from the sofa and refilled her glass from the gin bottle on the sideboard; two small dogs were at her heels.
The Tiptoe Teddy
On a cold winters day. There was a little girl called Lucy who lived with her mum and her sister Rosie. It was Lucy’s birthday in a few days and she still didn’t know what present she wanted. [But her mind was about to change.]
Jilted
Waiting for Summer
Golden girl
Although Bayleigh was not tall, and was of slight build, she looked older than her nine years as she stood anxiously at the poolside in her new black swimsuit.
Caitriona and the Tooth Fairy
The tooth had fallen out that morning when she was eating her breakfast toast.
Children in peril
No bells ring, instead a shout
Runs through the forest
Brighten up
We’ll get by Struggling or what
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