Strange Bedfellows

Leonard Cohen on Centaur Street It happened as if in a dream. Leonard Cohen walked into my bedroom, using my main window as if it were a door. ‘It’s not right that you be alone, poet, it’s just not right. I’m here to bring you…

Penelope’s Truce with Odysseus The past was still barking at you when you came through the gate Someone who saw the wound long ago recognized the scar hoped for you the memory was healed. You sailed three sheets to the wind…

Back in February, in a year when the centenary of the Easter Rising loomed large, Ireland went to the polls to elect its 32nd government. The sins of both parties leading up to and during the recession were still fresh in the minds of…