Irlanda

NEITHER HERE NOR THERE Between nations, between desires, between the warm glow of memory and the colding embers of here and now, between crinkle-cut Kodak snapshots of rain-soaked outings to Tramore Strand, and knife-sharp, digital images of yet another place that isn’t Ballybricken Square, I dither in an ocean of indecision; flounder between the here of ‘now’ and a ‘then’, of soft, sepia recall; no raft, no tide or current to ferry my changeling self, back to its beginnings or bear the weight of this nagging, leaden fear, that...