The World Adventures of a Niamh. Writing, Food, Life. Wednesday, April 29, 2015. Maynooth University Summer Writing Institute. I took part in the inaugural Maynooth University Summer Writing Institute last year and it was a fantastic experience. I really found the experience incredibly beneficial, I got a lot from it and subsequently the class that I teach did too! National University of Ireland, Maynooth.

I have three poems in the web supplement to the new issue of Agenda, here. And two poems in the print version of their next, World War I themed edition. Many thanks to Patricia McCarthy. I have a new poem in PANK, here. Many thanks to Roxane Gay and Colin Winnette. I have three poems in JMWW here. Many thanks to Ashlie Kauffman. I have two flash fictions in Nailed, here. Many thanks to Matty Byloos.

A selection of verse for family occasions from down the years. Saturday, February 13, 2010. Your days are busy with domestic drudgery,. But dear, you see it through without begrudgery,. Although your dreams are very often thwarted. With all the jobs that pile up constantly. The answer I have come to, somewhat cheesily,. I wish I had your equanimity.

The History of the Republic of Ireland Football team. Saturday, October 13, 2012. Dear, oh dear, that was humiliating. And Őzil bossed us,. Made us feel we were imposters. And the mauling dished out cost us dear, oh dear. Jesus Christ, now that was an embarrassment. As through our ranks they effortlessly sliced. They were standing round and joking,. Some were drinking schnapps and smoking. And we ended up invoking Jesus Christ. A mauling was what the Germans gave us.

Friday, December 3, 2010. The woman who heard too much. The woman who heard too much. She woke suddenly in the dead of night,. Terrified by the clamour outside. Tearing back the velvet curtains,. She recoiled at the sound of giant snowflakes. Crashing to the ground like cluster bombs. On the far horizon,. Below the steel grey bank of bulbous cloud,. A thin lemon slice of a moon. Screeched around its rusty track.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007. For those of us present on that traumatic occasion, counselling is only making slow inroads into our personal nightmare. For many, it s.

A collection of my less serious verse written over several years. Saturday, May 29, 2010. No idea what he wants it for, though. Should really have asked him. And fill up the kettle. To make one cup of tea for yourself. With a nonchalant skill,.

A collection of satirical writings on the burning issues of the day. Many of these were read out on the Creedon Show when John was kind enough to feature my work. Thursday, September 5, 2013. The Ballad of John Waters a True Irish Martyr. Oh, Caitlín Ní Uallacháin, your sons have been martyred,. Their lives cruelly taken or cynically bartered. Your tears fill the Foyle, the. With stories that chill righteous minds to the marrow. To a gloomy, voluminou.

A collection of my poems that vaguely fall into the heading of Sci Fi. Thursday, April 14, 2011. Yes, there may be planets somewhere. In the coldest, furthest outposts. That we have not explored fully. And yes, it is a possibility. That there might be bacteria hiding. In among a thousand others. On a crater floor not scanned yet. But generally there is consensus,.