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War with the Whin

“Whin” is the word for furze in Hiberno English and Ulster Scots in the northern half of Ireland (North Leinster and Connacht, …

All Is Fair in the War of an Election

Background – James Bannon of Fine Gael in Longford got questioned today by Garda (police) about removing voting leaflets belonging to Sinn …

Rattling Buckets Cant Be Seen

A boy, an errand, and a bucket of beer … A drain, a death, and now a ghost does appear … A …

Good Boys and other Blaggards

Bucks and nyeucks read books in nooks Of history, language and culture told Lewd jokes, vetted new comrades in diviment For adventures …

Saintjohnstown – So Beautiful A Name

My mother grew up outside the Longford village of Ballinalee. She always said she preferred the English name on it, St. Johnstown… …

Wake at Ballinalee

My mother told of attending a wake when a child in her native village Ballinalee, where the pipes that were smoked cermonially …

Torn Down, Rebuilt, As All Must Be

Longford’s St. Mel’s Cathedral burned down one Christmas morning. The rebuild, the challenge to attempt it, has many correlations to real life, …

Out Dogs and More Along With You

In our home in Aughagreagh we used to have our share of the local sessions, where neighbours met up to party, tonight …

Fairy Fort at Lough Gowna

Did they look as I walked Where tradition states one never should, Inside the round ditches of the fort, Perched above Loch …

From Corn Hill His Spirit Watches

The latest of the restored poems to the website, from a couple of years back Upon that hilltop he does sleep His …

Engaging with Art in Longford Providers

Art and Longford are not two words often seen together, but as with empty venues across the country, the old Providers Hardware …

Shed, Undrawn, Ballinamuck

I seek to draw a picture here A shed, roof caving in, Its gable end seen through the door By the artist …

Barbados Chest in a Molly Cottage

* Molly is a townland in North Longford, Ireland, where my great grandmother Margaret Drake (who married Michael O Reilly, she herself …

In the Shadow of Cairn Hill

Are they true the old tales, that he who slay Queen Maeve, Neath one of these cairns in death enjoys sleep? That …

Fiddling at Longford

As if Nero, as the city is destroyed Consumed by economic storm Fiddle is played – how good we are Come, listen …

No Room at the Inn

She died alone, like a cow in a field, the papers wrote Nothing new there, comment passed as true as it was …

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