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Last year Patrick Holloway's story 'Laughing and Turning Away' took second place in the Raymond Carver short story contest and was published by Carve. He was also shortlisted for the Dermot Healy Poetry Prize, Over the Edge New Writer award and The Bath Short Story Award. His stories and poems have been published by Overland, Poetry Ireland Review, Papercuts, The Illanot Review, The Stinging Fly, among others. He has recently completed his first novel. His greatest achievement is his baby girl, Aurora.

Surprise Encounters

Poetry Competition Winner | ‘Another Question You Don’t Know The Answer To’ By Patrick…

Patrick Holloway Sep 21, 2018 0

For Poetry Day Ireland 2018, HeadStuff.org launched a brand new poetry competition to celebrate this fantastic day of poetic activity around the country. This year the theme of the day was ‘Surprises’. For our competition we chose…

Poetry

Poem Of The Week | The Naming Of Things by Patrick Holloway

Patrick Holloway May 4, 2018 0

The Naming of Things By Patrick Holloway You have swallowed a planet & I have been witness To its swelling & swirling, Have felt it orbit Beneath my hand, Have seen its gravity Pull you from bed To the toilet & back…

Topical Features

Time and Love and all the Space in between

Patrick Holloway Jun 21, 2016 0

Falling in love was easy. If it were a test I would have got an A+. I had watched the movies, listened to the right music, had practiced looking strong and manly in the mirror; biting slightly at my cheeks to make myself look fierce. I was…

Topical-Opinion

We are a Generation of Self Doubt

Patrick Holloway Mar 2, 2016 2

A generation of self doubt. That is what we are. I am 27, nearly 28. Which means I’m nearly 30. Which means I am an almost, fully-formed adult, and it’s freaking me out. And I am not alone. All over the country we are battling against…

Poem of the Week

Poem of the Week |30| Bubaloo

Patrick Holloway Dec 2, 2015 0

Bubaloo Boomeranging distance Between us, I throw it away And it hurtles back Like the hooves Of a hundred horses Upon muddied sand. I remember pulling Bubble-gum between my teeth And wanting it to stretch Further than the…