Vigil in Solidarity with Orlando

I really just felt something needed to be done to mark the occasion in the Leitrim area. Clearly others felt likewise, we had a lot of requests to hold it later in the week so we shall. Please do join us.

8 Rays Leitrim

OrlandoVigil

We are heartbroken at the senseless loss of life in Orlando, FL. where 53 people have lost their lives when a homophobic gunman opened fire, taking many hostage. Many more remain injured and hurt following the attack.

So many happy, carefree people just living their lives trying to create safe spaces for themselves and others, celebrating LGBTIQ Pride.

We would like to invite any of our friends in Leitrim or the surrounding areas to join us by the Town Clock (opposite the Market Yard).

Meeting at 3.00pm, with ceremony to begin at 3.30pm approx. Words read by Members of 8 Rays Leitrim, followed by words from the community and lighting of Remembrance Candle with 1-minute silence.

We will have a Book of Condolences with us you can sign if you so choose.

We have created a Facebook Event listing on our page which you can click HERE to be…

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Win! Win! Win! New Competition Launched!

New Competition from The Ogham Stone…

The Ogham Stone

Cover-TTOIAWe’re delighted to announce a competition we’ll be running over the next couple of weeks.

Professor Joseph O’Connor – the Chair of Creative Writing in UL – has very generously donated three signed copies of his bestselling new book ‘The Thrill of It All’ to the Ogham Stone Literary and Arts Journal.

These would make the ideal Christmas gift for anybody who has a love of Irish literature or even their own fond rock and roll memories!

All you have to do to be in with a chance to win a signed copy is fulfil one of the following tasks:

  • Follow us on Facebook and share any of our posts on the competition

OR

  • Follow us on Twitter and retweet any of our tweets about the competition

We’ll announce the winners when we close our call for submission in a couple of weeks.

Good luck and don’t forget to get…

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My Name, My Life

Inspired by The Ogham Stone I decided to commit myself to working on this piece. It is really a concept piece exploring the meanings behind the Ogam Fid and construction of my own name. I chose the Irish spelling of my name because of the uses of names in Irish while exploring an Irish concept such as the Ogam fid, but also because as my own self-created image I wanted to see how “linked in” to the past I would feel.

Níall Mac Siúrtáin

My Name, My Life

Nuin, the final flush – a birth from the Mother

Idad, the greatest change – an epidural of sorts

Ailm, the call to life – primordial aspirate

Luis, times two – is the blaze of life,

And a herb of medicine to make it right.

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Muin, a journey by which all my forebears have come

Ailm, the ancestral tree from which I hail,

Cert, a wish upon a rag-bush – to pacify the Good Folk.

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Straif, the biological and chemical change begun

Idad, a circle completing itself, leading to True Alchemy

Úr, toward the mighty north – the cold earthly sphere.

Ruis, the now, ever present evening twilight

Tinne, the tested metal of tradition – the bar to strive for!

Ailm, now completes my call – to those whose voice now lingers in old Halls.

Idad – final poultice for a life well lived

Nuin, and a rebirth to wander a child of earth beneath starry skies.

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Níall Mac Siúrtain, a name of many meanings

With masks and performances all too trite!

The Ogham Stone – UL’s literary and visual arts journal

If you’ve got words or pictures, we want them!

The Ogham Stone, the University of Limerick’s literary and visual arts journal invites all writers and artists to submit work for a stunning publication due out next February.

M.A students in Creative Writing and M.A students in English have come together to mastermind this journal, which they promise will be cutting edge. Already they have bagged new work by Donal Ryan, author of The Spinning Heart, to feature in this edition of The Ogham Stone and Joseph O Connor will provide the forward.

There is no time to delay. Closing date for submissions is 2nd November, 2014.

E-mail your prose, poetry and non-fiction to oghamstoneul@gmail.com

For full submission guidelines, see http://theoghamstoneul.wordpress.com/

Go on – you know you want to!

The Ogham Stone – University of Limerick

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Hi folks,

I have been overwhelmed by the myriad of comments and likes both on here and on FB and even on PoetryZoo. I’m so happy people are enjoying my poetry. After several years of absence from creative writing I’ve realised I needed a space to come back to it.

I hope to upload a few short stories and excerpts from my personal writings as well. I *might* put up some uni related work that doesn’t fit into my Poet Reflected blog but I’ll try to stay “on topic” as much as possible.

Niall

Thank You All!

Friendship

Time once was when love was free,
And we all could be,
Where friendships were nourished,
And happiness cherished,
That was then for me.

***

How could things change?
With such depth and range,
Such is the ebbing and flow of the sea,
That you and I can no longer agree,
On what is and is not so.

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Once where I was nourished thrice,
There came a Winter and great ice,
Like a howling wind our words
Upon two tides could not be bore,
And neither of brought ashore.

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Should I remain adrift,
I fear no land or cliff,
Who fears the perilous shore?
When life is shaken to the core,
Far beyond all reach…

– Originally posted on ‘MrAbhainn’ on January 10, 2013

Fortune-Teller

There sits she upon her table round,
Strong and resolute without a sound,
Beckon’d am I, while her gaze stirs something,
What tales of times to come,
Are known herein and yet confound,
Giant spectres ingrained in the minds of men.

A silent moment rages for eternity,
She turns the cards one by one,
Revealing unsung truths and bitter lies,
Lost in the cards are echoes long since past,
Of deep human sights cast into the dark night sky,
Odes from aeons past, yet boundless in the sea of black.

Left to right they are drawn forth,Each new turn draws me in,
And sets my mind ablaze,
And heart to race against the shadows deep,
The dim murmer of the crowd amongst the stars,
Fades as I return to life, seek to live,
Amongst the otherworldly nomore.

Fly Away, Friend

I touched a butterfly,
In a shaded grove,
And felt it’s silken,
Cloth-like wings.

In a moment,
It was there and gone,
Always and everlasting,
The quintessential monarch’s reign.

It skipped and fluttered,
So free and far,
In great majesty,
Never trapped.

Masquerading among,
Snowdrops and lilies,
Passing rivers and seas,
And nearby beaches.

I saw a butterfly,
As I walked down the street,
And saw its silken,
Bright, white wings.

And I recalled,
My fly away friend.