WRITING – I write from necessity. If I’m not writing, I’m miserable. I’ve written lots of non-fiction over the years but I reached a turning point in 2009 when I was short listed for the Virginia [Woolf] prize for my novel, Bone and Blood, published in 2014. Now every day is a writing day wherever I am.
Gunther
Gunther will be my third novel. It is about writing and AI Das Buch erscheint im Herbst. Stay tuned!
Michel-Michelle
My second novel Michel-Michelle challenges fixed notions of gender and seeks to increase awareness of diversity in ourselves, our friends, our families, and others.
Bone and Blood
My first novel, Bone and Blood, was inspired by a visit to Ravensbrück concentration camp near Berlin where I found out some Irish women had been imprisoned during the Second World War.
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Ballyheimat: Reflections on ’self‘ and ‚other‘ (www.epoquepress.com/ezine-ballyheimat)
Ballyheimat: Reflections on ’self‘ and ‚other‘ () has been published in the September e-zine. My essay sits with poetry, short story, visual images among reflections of ghostly and realistic relationships to people and place. Painful and abusive situations are balanced…
Jaya
Rekinding the spirit of Jaya with appreciation of her perception of „generosity of spirit and fearlessness“ where „respect, power and reverence are reclaimed and rekindled.“ Thanks to metaceptive.net/remembering-JayaGraves for video.
Guten Tag Antz friends
Does anyone know how to ask for the lavatory using vocabulary learnt from a Wagner score? I’m in search of laughter from a Berlin visit.
antz
Antz danced into my dreams last night unannouned and vanished in a split screen leaving only a strip of his eyes bright against black. Later my phone beeped his birthday. I relive the intensity of the personal as political with…
„Du lebst noch!“
„You are still alive!“ There is humour at our mortality when older residents of Wunstorf in Lower Saxony greet each other with these words. The words conjur up my German family mixed with memories of scattered friends – especially those…
Belonging to Donegal
Heimat conjures up a sense of belonging – often formless and incoherent. Examining Heimat has raised questions not only of identity but of consciousness. While living in England, France and Belgium, Donegal was the place which fed my fantasies and…