Eoghan Walls Q&A on form
Eoghan Walls talks about he uses form in his poems.
Eoghan Walls talks about he uses form in his poems.
Eoghan Walls talks about the genesis of his poem "The Dance of Ararat."
Eoghan Walls offers some advice to young writers.
After W C Williams If my wife is snoring as softly as a musk-ox, the child purring in the cot, and a distant hum declares the taxis and rain have nearly stopped and my empties are strewn like a planetarium in the aquatic light of my screensaver, as I rise and feel the […]
My father is watching his father die on a lime-green pillow. The tumours nestle in his crotch like the eggs of a sparrow. Birds smash into pillars of glass and concrete on my iPhone. The plastic silhouette of a hawk wards the hospital windows. Like iron filings, the sky is magnetised […]
When I think of how windfarms form scything crucifixes on the horizon, with Jesus and his thieves cutting their arms through the air, with a deeply pervasive thwum-thwum-thwum that could be the swishing heartbeat of air, and how Martin Healy was aware of them always as a curse on the land, as he carried […]
I was not bothered by the stitching under your eye until we reached the plateau and you fell in the heather where a barbed wire fence covered a seam in the sky, stitching the clods of earth and the clouds together as if it would take no more than a turn of the wind […]
Watching the fertile but flat and watery landscape passing – I thought of how we had laughed bewildered as teenagers returning from a night of wine with Christians – at how they could smile at us but know us damned forever – in a river of fire with pagans forever mute to God – and […]