by helenmcnulty | Apr 30, 2021 | Painting, Writing
City Faeries, Oil on Canvas, 100cm x 100cm, 2003 Architect, Floppy Disk, Temple Bar Cobbles shone, little tiny bottle caps embedded themselves into the putty cracks between the stones and boy did they glisten among the fag ends, bits of yellow polysterene and pigeon...
by helenmcnulty | Apr 23, 2021 | Painting, Writing
Over the road there are women, sewing, visible through the open door. It is lunch time, they are still working. Yesterday when I peeped over on the hot afternoon, they were in there with the door closed, windows boarded up, but I could hear the drilling of the presser...
by helenmcnulty | Apr 16, 2021 | Notebooks, Painting, Writing, Writing About Northern Ireland, Writing about the nature
Drumskinny (from Irish Droim Scine, meaning ‘ridge of the knife/edge’) I I went down to the river where my phone repeatedly beeped in my pocket: ‘Welcome to the United Kingdom”. Another message, on the other side of Europe, saying that I was...
by helenmcnulty | Apr 16, 2021 | Audio Books, Audio Recording, Photography, Poetry, Writing
Helen McNulty · Oh to be compost by helen...
by helenmcnulty | Apr 6, 2021 | Audio Recording, Rhymes, Songs
Helen McNulty · The Weaving Song From Bagpuss Lyrics of The Weaving Song The Weaving Song. I’m a weaver, a master weaver,I’ve got a loom where the best cloth’s made.Plain cloth, twill, brocade or satin,I’m the master of my trade.Shed the warp and swing the...
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