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Back then, you wouldn't know from one day to the next what might
happen next. Everything was, as it were, provisional…
There is something powerful in offering a blessing to another person; the Irish are especially aware of that. In this piece, Michael Hartnett uses the beauty of the natural world to bless the beaut...
Not Weeding Nettle, bramble, shepherd’s purse – refugees from the building site that was once the back field, my former sworn enemies these emissaries of the wild now cherished guests. Paula Meehan...
Away We have our own smallholding: persimmon tree, crawl space, stoop, red earth basement, ceiling fans, a job. Hours I’m not sure where I am, flitting through every amber between Gales and Drumcli...
Punctuation This frosty night is jittering with lines and angles, invisible trajectories: Crackly, chalky diagrams in geometry, rubbed out the instant they’re sketched, But lingering in the head.
Today's poem is "Bessboro" by Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin from The Girl Who Married the Reindeer. This is what I inherit— It was never my own life, But a house’s name I heard And others heard as warning...
“September” by Conor O’Callaghan from Seatown And Earlier Poems It must be cliché to think, however brief, that light on a wall and our voices out in the open are the pieces we shall look upon in retrospect as a … Continue reading →...
“What Does ‘Early’ Mean?” by Medbh McGuckian Happy house across the road My eighteen-inch deep study of you Is like a chair carried out into the garden, And back again because the grass is wet. Ye...
Hotel I think the detectable difference between winter and summer is a damsel who requires saving, a heroine half- asleep and measurably able to hear but h...
The Narrator during the break in chapter, gets up to stretch beneath a skylight and hears seagulls, small girls running. So many pages since he listened last that...
Finit Le seans a chuala uathu scéala an chleamhnais Is b’ait liom srian le héadroime na gaoithe— Do bhís chomh hanamúil léi, chomh domheabhartha, Chomh fiáin léi, is chomh haonraic, mar ba chuimhin...
There are few spectacles more enigmatic and awe-inspiring than the night sky. It can be hard to believe that the shimmering blots sprinkled into the abyss are light-years upon light-years out of our reach.
How does Conor O'Callaghan seamlessly connect a snowy North Carolinian landscape, James Joyce and voicemails? Ripe with isolation, introspection, recovery and renewal, O'Callaghan's latest collecti...
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We are happy to announce that we’ll be publishing the next volume of The Wake Forest Series of Irish Poetry in February. This series brings lesser-known Irish voices to an American audience. In this fourth volume, editor David Wheatley, himself an established poet and critic, has selected poetry by Trevor Joyce, Aidan Mathews, Peter McDonald, Ailbh
Few moments are more exciting at the Press than when we are getting started on a new book. This fall, we'll publish Michael Longley's tenth collection, The Stairwell, and preparations are well unde...
The River When I was angry, I went to the river-- New water on old stones, the patience of pools. Let the will find its own pace Said a voice inside me I was lear...
This time of year is usually devoted to graduation ceremonies, a celebration of taking the next step, whatever that may be. Here's to the next step. Congratulations to all of the graduates for the...
"Spring Song" by Peter Fallon from News of the World. It was as if someone only had to say Abracadabra to set alight the chestnut Bloom and blossom everywhere, on furze, on Queen Anne’s Lace. A bre...
from “The Lost Children of the Inner City” History Lesson We read our city like an open book— who was taken and what was took. Spelt out in brick and mortar, a history lesson for every mother’s daughter.
The Door When the door opened the lively conversation Beyond it paused very briefly and then pushed on; There were sounds of departure, a railway station, Everyone talking with such hurried animation The voices … Continue reading →...
In honor of National Poetry Month, WFU will be posting a poem a day for the entire month of April. Today's poem is "Be Someone" by Rita Ann Higgins, a working class Irish poet and playwright. Her w...
It's our favourite month of the year: April! ...also known as National Poetry Month. Our campus stalls have already been graced with "potty poetry," and we will continue celebrating online by posti...
Wake Forest Press will publish The Miraculous Parish, a bilingual volume of Máire Mhac an tSaoi’s poetry this May. An activist and visionary, Mhac an tSaoi has paved the way for such female literar...
Following the publication of Conor O’Callaghan’s The Sun King, WFUP intern Nicole Fitzpatrick interviewed the poet about form, breathing, tweeting, swimming, and–above all–poetry. Click on link below for the interview. The Sun King and The Pearl Works interview b9e20fd604fe456fd84820c51199ec3b
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