Join us on October 20 at 7pm at Crazy Mary Librería (c/Echegaray, 32) and say you went to the first edition of a future classic in the Madrid scene.
An Evening With Joyce: Celebrate With Us
History of Fake News & Rumours that Changed the World (We Wrote a Book!)
Over the course of 2019, we wrote a book. This mixture of history and politics is about fake news and rumours that have changed the world. If the by-line and the main […]
A gasp followed by a gulp – A Poem
Melancholic Celts surrounded by happy Spanish people… ah, it’ll be grand.
Oaths of a Strange Language: Translating Riders to the Sea into Spanish
A little known play set in a far flung corner of Ireland had a profound effect on my senses and on my relationship with my interior and exterior worlds.
Lonesome ESL Teacher
A story written in the style of Jack Kerouac. So yup, stream of consciousness nonsense that might threaten to mean something.
Lonely ESL Teacher
A story written in the style of Jack Kerouac. So yup, stream of consciousness nonsense that might threaten to mean something.
The Crashing of Shields & Teaspoons
Normally, I give context to the piece. This time, I’ll let the poem speak for itself.
Spoken, Loved, Unwritten: The Strange Evolution of the Basque Language
The Basque language remained unwritten for 1,000 years. Find out why.
Satori: Identity Explorer/What I learned about travelling from Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac’s book Satori in Paris is a tangled mess of ideas, references and internalized in-jokes, which is to say, in-jokes he shares with himself, rather than with a drinking buddy or cabal of […]
Satori Identity Explorer/What I learned about travelling from Jack Kerouac
Satori identity. This was an alien concept to me, until I came across Kerouac. Jack Kerouac’s book Satori in Paris is a tangled mess of ideas, references and internalized in-jokes, which is to […]
Surreal Ideas & Irish Stories in Madrid
It’s a magical world, Hobbes, ol’ buddy… let’s go exploring! Calvin & Hobbes
‘Turn’ – A Poem about Emigration
Poetry is the art of the in-between, that space between places and identities. For me, that place is that pocket of knowing between Ireland and Spain, of home and home.
Irish Slice of Madrid 