by helenmcnulty | Jul 16, 2021 | Painting, Storytelling, Writing, Writing about the nature
Helios’ Son I swear I saw a yellow ball fly past in a chariot over the sky. There was some young fella holding on to the reigns for dear life while a big winged horse looking creature swooped and swerved all over the shop. There must have been something in that...
by helenmcnulty | Jul 9, 2021 | Audio Books, Audio Recording
The Book of Jonah by Helen McNulty (and the Bible people)...
by helenmcnulty | Jun 22, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Writing, writing about family
She was 93 and I think, by now, 99 people came from her.One woman in an armchair, in an old vernacular farmhouse, by a lake, in a borderland in Ireland who drew the world into her like a hug.I can feel the texture, and smell the smell of her fadge bread with hunks...
by helenmcnulty | Jun 11, 2021 | Drawings, Poetry, Writing
Paris goes out with the beautiful Helen,Menelaus’s temper keeps a swellin’Causing a great big war in troyAll cause of the prissy Priam’s boy. Then Achilles goes on the rampage Achaean forces to enslave’til Agamemnon steals BriseisAnd his...
by helenmcnulty | Jun 4, 2021 | Painting, Poetry, Writing
Reflections of the Dublin Grand Canal, 100cm x 100cm, Oil and Charcoal on Canvas, 2012, Helen McNulty Down Sinking into the wave an inch from earth Drowning in a shallow hypnosis Rippling footsteps disintegrate the built world Leaving a fractured trace of reality in...
by helenmcnulty | May 28, 2021 | Poetry, Writing
Memory makes a fool of me. I think I remember it, the many sisters in one bed, but I don’t remember anything at all. I don’t remember my childhood. I see pictures in Mammy’s photo albums. I go to that room in the house where we grew up and I try to recall something...
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