by helenmcnulty | Aug 27, 2021 | Painting, Writing
First Car I thought it was silver The night Daddy drove home up Hudson Heights Hill. We were kneeling on the top of the sofa Looking out the window for the surprise. Mummy said one was coming. We couldn’t wait to see what it was. A part of me thought it was...
by helenmcnulty | Aug 27, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Writing
The week we moved in I was scratching my skin until it was torn to bits. The house was dormant for a good long time and the sofa had fleas living in it. My skin doesn’t like fleas, or ticks, or horseflies or midges or mosquitoes. I flare up like a balloon and...
by helenmcnulty | Aug 27, 2021 | Painting, Writing
Not Elsewhere, Here, Acrylic on Canvas, 40 x 40 cm, 2016 I’ve been hiding in the woods like a burrowing animal, making a little person, making a home, making a grown-up life and making art. This painting used to hang on the wall in the hall. It’s of a...
by helenmcnulty | Aug 10, 2021 | Writing, writing about being a mother, writing about family
My daughter has taken to asking this question to me on numerous occasions in a day. It is my favourite question. Yesterday, I had a tricky mood day, I was feeling very tired and not in any form of gratitude thinking. In the evening, Venus (my girl) asked me the Why...
by helenmcnulty | Aug 6, 2021 | Drawings, Poetry, Writing
The Poetry Room, Helen’s Tower, Clandeboye Estate, Co. Down. 7th November 2017. It occurred to me as I walked up the stairs, with my bare feet on the cold hard carved rock of this fortress, that the people who built it and shaped those stairs had little to...
by helenmcnulty | Jul 23, 2021 | Audio Recording, Photography, Poetry
Helen McNulty · Pebble by helen mcnulty Pebble fallen from a mountainor born in the firey belly of the earthonce black or maybe blue?beaten and bashed by wavesfor millennia its fractured edgessuccumbed to the ocean’s tumultuous moodsnow here under my footwarm,...
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