Publisher: Nick Hern Books
Two Dublin cousins, Damian and Kevin, are reunited for a family funeral in a highly charged encounter full of disillusion, denial and dark laughter. Deirdre Kinahan's short play Hue & Cry was first staged by Tall Tales theatre company at Bewley's Café Theatre, Dublin, in 2007.
LibriVox volunteers bring you 14 different recordings of The Hour of Twilight by George William Russell, published in "Collected Poems" in 1913. This was the weekly poetry project for the week of November 18th, 2007.Show book
Librivox volunteers bring you eight different readings of Siegfried Sassoon's The Road, a weekly poetry project. (Summary by Annie Coleman)Show book
A bold, mesmerizing debut collection exploring womanhood, the body, mental illness, and what it means to move between cultures Renowned for her storytelling and spoken-word artistry, Ama Asantewa Diaka is also an exultant, fierce, and visceral poet whose work leaves a lasting impact. Touching on themes from perceptions of beauty to the betrayals of the body, from what it means to give consent to how we grapple with demons internal and external, Woman, Eat Me Whole is an entirely fresh and powerful look at womanhood and personhood in a shifting world. Moving between Ghana and the United States, Diaka probes those countries’ ever-changing cultural expectations and norms while investigating the dislocation and fragmentation of a body—and a mind—so often restless or ill at ease. Vivid and bodily while also deeply cerebral, Woman, Eat Me Whole is a searing debut collection from a poet with an inimitable voice and vision.Show book
LibriVox volunteers bring you 22 recordings of When I Was One And Twenty (No. XIII in A Shropshire Lad) by A.E. Housman. This was the weekly poetry project for June 14th, 2009.Show book
In Nothing and Everything, Dr. Engin Ozertugrul offers a deeply personal exploration of human existence where paradox and transcendence coexist. Known for Interview with OCD, Ozertugrul uses poetry to unpack the intricate relationship between consciousness, emotion, and divinity. Eschewing structured rhyme, he employs repetition, simplicity, and second-person narration to reveal a universal truth: we are all connected and uncertain, and that is where beauty lies.This collection avoids common poetic tropes like romance or singular religious views, focusing instead on raw human experiences—fear, sadness, anger, and hope. Each poem wrestles with the limits of understanding without succumbing to nihilism, guiding readers toward meditative peace born of acceptance and awareness.Inspired by Transcendental Meditation (TM) and thinkers such as Rumi, Spinoza, Jung, Kant, Emerson, and Blake, the poems reflect spiritual insights reinterpreted through a contemporary lens. Ozertugrul credits TM for shaping his understanding of consciousness and personal transformation.“This book is about being human,” he says—embracing challenges, disappointments, fears, anger, and joy. Written with what he calls “a better use of his OCD mind,” the poems use layered repetition to create a spiritual hypnosis.Nothing and Everything will resonate with readers interested in meditation, mindfulness, and nontraditional spirituality, especially those connected to TM and the David Lynch Foundation. Though not self-help, it offers comfort not by providing answers but by giving space to sit with questions.Show book
An aged, decrepit old woman wanders the quiet hallways of her home. She remembers a day when they were brighter…more kinetic with anticipation of life within their walls. Family was a regular occurrence and the tinkling laughter of grandchildren used to echo through the house. Oh how she missed those times as she now hobbles oh-so-slowly with her cane through the archaic old home. And as the old woman wanders reminiscing through the halls, she comes upon a door; rusty hinges amplify groan of age as the door swings slowly open and she balances herself in the doorway. The old woman discovers a chest…an antique old cedar chest that is very large, and her breath catches briefly as her heart thumps in her own body. The chest has sparked a memory and she releases the door jam and using her cane for support, the woman shambles over to the massive trunk with anticipation in her eyes. It had been near eighty-five years after all, since she’d seen what was in the trunk and she could barely remember, though it called out to her in the otherwise empty room. Now, it took her what seemed like a very long time to reach it, and when she did, her weakened old body fell against it for support. She fumbled with the latch as her gnarled and arthritic hands fought against what it was she desired, but finally…she was able to snap the hasp upward, releasing the lock on the trunk. What she discovered inside was not just a memory; what she discovered was a living, breathing catalyst that grasped her firmly in its grips and propelled her back in time. The old woman discovered herself in the midst of her childhood friends; a child again herself, she caught the jump rope chant on the wind… Short Story Press publishes short stories written by everyday writers.Show book
