Aidan Rooney: Bel-Air by Louis-Philippe Dalembert
those alleys seven times knifed then again then always
to be part of the tight knit gathered round over a sewer cover
to watch as they germinate
the stars no one of us had sown
Fred Johnston: With My Father on Broadway in the Rain
I wanted to be back in our hotel room
Looking out the single window from that height
Knowing I could not fall, that if all gave way I could always fly
Video: John O’Donohue | Beanacht
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.
Video/Audio: ‘Imbolc/Vision’ a film poem by Grace Wells
Imbolc marks the beginning of spring, and for Christians it is the feast day of Saint Brigid, Ireland’s matron saint.
Video: Wooden Wheel | A Filmmaker’s Tender Tribute to Her Seafaring Father
Grounded by a sailing injury, Arthur still finds solace in the Irish Sea.
Video: Though There are Torturers | Michael Coady
Though, at this moment,
Men are screaming in prisons,
There are jazzmen raising storms
Of sensuous celebration
John O’Donohue: Beannacht
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.
