The Light Makers was a compelling, beautifully written tale of relationship breakdown Source: Mary O’Donnell’s 1992 debut retains its awesome word power 25 years onRead more "Mary O’Donnell’s 1992 debut retains its awesome word power 25 years on"
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This essay came second in the Thresholds International Short Fiction Feature Writing Competition in March 2016. It describes my change of heart regarding Munro’s writings after reading her splendiferous short story ‘Family Furnishings’! *** I’ve undergone a startling and epiphanic sea-change after many years reading Alice Munro’s short stories. At times, I have struggled with what […]Read more "Family Furnishings: An Epiphany in the Company of Alice Munro"
Siobhan Campbell’s Cyphers published review of Mary O’Donnell’s “Those April Fevers” Arc Publications 2015 was by any standards a model of the reviewer’s art. The themes of the book are identified. The various forms of verse used throughout the collection are explained. The poet’s voice is, as it were, announced. The writing is judged very carefully […]Read more "A response from Ronan Sheehan to Siobhan Campbell’s review of Mary O’Donnell’s “Those April Fevers”."
Your eyes drift to the window outside, the birch trees have dropped dark nets on the day that tangle of branches fishes my mood increasing the sense that each day is a long night and you’re anybody’s propped doll there for the taking now snow falls in thick plops hungrily absorbed by the wet earth […]Read more "Recuperation and my right foot"
Moulding the Bread I have bought the bread. It is rich with arcane languages, I recognise them, a fermented mound of verbs and nouns. I take the quickened bread and hold it with closed eyes in my double bed while you are absent. I place it in a long plait just where you lie, where […]Read more "No Comment"
The men I once knew The men I once knew offered gifts, like male penguins offering stones to a female in the competition for courtship. One offered a bag of lemons, bright and shiny, still warm from the Mediterranean garden where he plucked them. Another took me on a boat. It had no […]Read more "Two Poems"