An Occasion of Poetry 

Some years ago – it must have been the mid-eighties – Paula Meehan and I were invited to read in Donegal (Ramelton, I think). Our host brought us to the top of a beautiful stone building where there was a roaring fire, and into a back room where we were invited to drink a fine, [...]

Chris Singleton 

Years ago, when times were simpler and we had time to regularly see multiple friends and have parties and go to them, two of the great hosts were Emer and David Singleton. David had a great line in Beatles and Bob Dylan songs; he knew every damn one of them by heart and assumed I [...]