by helenmcnulty | Dec 10, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Writing, Writing About Northern Ireland, Writing about the nature
The byre was left there with material traces of the two of them in it. The house locked up and bits of medicine and old bandages lay on the windowsill and spoke of final days of nursing and comforting. A tilly lamp whose glass was covered over with layers of dust, had...
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 | Mar 5, 2021 | Gel Prints Available of Photographs, Photography, Poetry, Writing, Writing about Covid, Writing About Northern Ireland
Hidden away in a farm house in the middle of no where. Where no thing happens but frost on moss and sun rises and sun sets and little girl games and twinkling rushes. Isn’t it lucky and grand to be here and hiding. When the vibe beyond the hilly, cold wilderness...
by helenmcnulty | Oct 20, 2020 | Gel Prints Available of Photographs, Photography, Poetry, Writing, Writing About Northern Ireland
I come from there, but not from the country. From a wee town in the north of a Lakeland, the furthest town from the lakes. Some of my family live in the quiet of the countryside now. Up there is a different light. There is a dark blue-greenish charcoal grey tinge to...
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