The Jealous Wall, Belvedere County Westmeath

The Jealous Wall built in 14th Century to block the view of Lady Rochford seeing her accused lover.

Sunday, 31 January 2016

Aesthetica Magazine Creative Writing Award

The Aesthetica Creative Writing Award Now in its ninth year, the Award is an internationally renowned literary prize presented by Aesthetica Magazine. It is a fantastic opportunity for established and aspiring writers and poets to showcase their work to an international audience. Previous entrants have achieved further publication and wider recognition in the literary world. Prizes £500...

Sunday, 24 January 2016

Bath Flash Fiction Award

Bath Flash Fiction Award is an international rolling flash fiction competition. Each award runs for 4 months. Judging takes place quickly with a top prize of £1000, £300 second, and £100 third. At the close of each competition, the next competition begins. Our last winner was announced within a week of the Award closing, and running three Awards per year means our total annual prize fund is...

Thursday, 14 January 2016

World Wetlands Day Poetry Prize

World Wetlands Day Poetry Prize A celebration and exploration of the world of wetlands 2nd February each year is World Wetlands Day. On this date in 1971, countries from all over the world came together in the Iranian city of Ramsar on the Caspian Sea, to sign the Convention on Wetlands, vowing to protect and enhance the wetlands that fell within their borders. Our Judge Sarah Day’s...

Tuesday, 12 January 2016

Poetry workshop with Helen Hagemann; From Image to Metaphor

I've been invited to conduct a poetry workshop by the Westcoast Community Centre in March. My workshop is titled; From Image to Metaphor. Michael Ondaatje once wrote an image of grasshoppers as “dolphins of drought”. Check out the details on the Westcoast Community Centre's Programme page - under Brain Challenges...

Saturday, 2 January 2016

Submitted my novel as a novella - Part 1

Part I  Bream Street: circa 1946  It was perhaps the first time he felt this freezing sensation. Age had run into his iron bones and most days he couldn’t get out of bed. Not that anyone would notice, living alone all these years and he’d left retirement too late. It was only the fishing in Satara Bay that had kept him going, his beach cottage central to everything, and his blue-aproned...